Author's Note: I should really stop writing these in class XD
There was a period in John's life when all he wanted was for time to move quicker. Minutes seemed like hours, alone in his bedsit.
Then, after he met a certain mad genius, there never seemed to be enough time. With the constant cases, experiments, and all other manner of excitement in 221B, the days seemed to slip through John's fingers.
Then the weeks, the months, the years, the decades, and John still hadn't figured out how to slow the punishing tide of time.
Although, he doubted there'd ever be a sufficient amount of time that he could spend with his partner, friend, lover, husband, Sherlock Holmes.
Even after much of the excitement had died down now that they were (mostly) retired in Sussex, John still couldn't get enough of this fantastic, maddening life with this fantastic, maddening man.
Much of their life remained unchanged, however. They still had their "domestics", Sherlock still experimented (usually the cause of said "domestics"), John still pecked away at his blog.
The only real addition to their life was the bees.
John had no issue with Sherlock's fascination; anything to keep Sherlock's chaotic boredom at bay, after all.
It all made for an interesting life, but John was determined to make the most of his time left with his husband and, oddly enough, his bees.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading and feedback is, as always, appreciated :)