A/N: I watched the Sherlock DVDs today. Gosh. Sick day well spent! Beardy Anderson was far too cool...
Anyhow, I wrote this random little one between laughing at the commentary with Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman and Mark Gatiss :')
Hope you like it, let me know!
(Reviews really do make me want to write :P)
Also I'll continue 'L-Word' next chapter, I just liked this idea far too much to let it go ;)
"John, what is that awful smell?" Sherlock wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Lavender. Mrs Hudson gave us some room scents." John smiled up from the paper.
"That's revolting. Where have you hidden it?" Sherlock moaned. John just smirked.
"Not telling." John sang.
"I'll find it, then." Sherlock replied.
"I have more." John grinned.
"Shit." Sherlock grunted, pulling at his hair. John found it far too amusing as Sherlock spun around in circles, sniffing violently at the air and burst out laughing, doubling over and screwing up his eyes to stop tears rolling out. So he was completely taken by surprise when Sherlock shoved him against the wall, intent on bullying (or teasing) John in to getting rid of the lavender. John's instinct kicked in and he punched Sherlock hard in the stomach.
"Sherlock- Crap, I'm sorry." He gaped, backing away. Sherlock choked out a laugh and tackled John against the wall. John landed with a thud, and a probably a bruised arse. John grinned and shoved Sherlock off but Sherlock launched himself back at John. They collided with a crack- and a laugh.
Ten minutes of play-fighting later and both men leant against the front of the sofa, John's head resting on Sherlock's shoulder.
"What do you think Mrs Hudson thinks she heard?" John panted. Sherlock chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
"Something she should never be caught thinking about." He smiled. John grinned and they both tried to get their breath back.
"You know, I think I'll have bruised ribs tomorrow." John commented lightly. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"You will have bruised ribs? I haven't been on the end of a punch that hard since the Golem." Sherlock smirked.
"I'm sorry about that one, sorry. You took me by surprise and I-"
"Shush. I was joking." Sherlock interrupted, wrapping an arm around John's shoulder.
"Sorry." John sighed.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Stop apologising."
"Sorry."
"John." Sherlock groaned. John smiled cheekily and nuzzled into Sherlock's neck. Sherlock smiled softly.
"Deal or No Deal?" He asked, reaching for the TV remote. John groaned. Sherlock really wasn't a romantic.
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