"Don't write that!"
John was not an easy startled man, after all he'd served in Afghanistan, but when Sherlock nearly vaulted himself over the couch and grabbed his laptop away...he was pretty damn startled.
"E-excuse me?" The doctor stuttered, hands still poised to type as if he didn't yet realize his laptop was gone. Sherlock was busy jabbing at the backspace button, ignoring John's reaction. It took awhile but John managed to catch up to Sherlock's fast paced actions, and when he noticed the detective deleting what he had written so far for his blog post he leapt up and snatched the laptop back.
"Hey! I worked hard writing that!" He spared a moment to glare back at Sherlock's own glower before turning back to the screen to see how much he had to rewrite.
"John. Don't post that." Sherlock huffed, pouting like a child.
"Why not?" John sat down again, not even looking up from the screen. Sherlock shuffled up next to John, a pale thin figure in pajamas and robe that seemed too loose for his slender limbs.
"...Because."
This latest blog post that Sherlock found so abhorrent had nothing to do with casework or Sherlock's bored actions when there was a lack thereof. It was just a normal blog post just talking about Sherlock. Not his amazing deductive skills or his detective prowess, but instead about his personality, his looks, his charm. John had really just been writing to keep himself busy and to keep the hungry readers at bay, ever since the two of them had come out as a couple his blog had gotten so many hits and comments that his head spun. Maybe if he just gave them what they wanted-namely a blog post full of romantic pondering- they'd stop. He didn't mind writing about Sherlock either, in fact he liked it. It was Sherlock that hated it.
"Because?" John tilted his head. "I might need a better answer than that."
"Because I said so." Sherlock lifted himself up, as if he was trying to appear dominant and regal.
That never worked on John.
"Ah. No, nice try, Sherlock."
"John, please."
John glanced up at his boyfriend, and all the telltale signs were there. Sullen eyes, pouting lips, he looked like a child that absolutely was not having Lima beans for dinner and that was the end of it.
"What is it, hmm?" John tried not to grin, Sherlock was just too damn cute when he pouted, though he'd never let him know that because surely that was rewarding bad behavior.
"...I just find the subject and reasoning behind your latest blog post highly distasteful." Sherlock sighed.
"You realize you're calling yourself distasteful, you are the subject of the post after all." John chuckled.
"John, I don't want you to post that." Sherlock huffed, a slight blush coming to his cheeks, and that's when John realized what was really going on.
"Oh...I see...you're embarrassed are you?" John laughed, and Sherlock's eyes lit up with fury.
"Of course not!" He spun around on his heel and stormed off into a bit of pacing. He walked back and forth in front of John, arms crossed over his chest.
"If it bothers you that much..." John heaved a dramatic sigh. "I could delete it but you would be causing me so much emotional pain!" he smirked at Sherlock's rolling eyes.
Sherlock usually didn't care about having a public image, in fact he was happy being unknown. He often let the police take credit for his work, just being happy having a case to work with and not caring what people thought. The only thing he cared about, it seemed, was John's blog. It was the only collection of his stories that he cared enough about to edit at great length and criticize even further.
"...I just think it's pointless..." Sherlock found something very interesting to look at on the floor. "Going on and on like some schoolgirl."
"So you don't want me to compliment those gorgeous shining eyes? Those dark curls? You don't want me to love how you fill with contagious energy at the first sign of trouble? Love your delicate hands?" John smirked, leaving the couch to stand behind Sherlock, leaving a kiss on his neck for each compliment.
Sherlock blushed, and his brow furrowed.
"I didn't say..."
"Of course I wouldn't tell them everything. I wouldn't tell them about the dreamy look in your eyes when you lay around the flat with your mind so full of the most wondrous things. I won't tell them about your smile and how it makes my heart leap. I won't tell them about how beautiful your back looks under me or how you cry out when you come." John smirked at this part and Sherlock froze, cheeks bright red.
There was no more arguing about the blog post after that, although there had still been plenty of activity in the flat.
It appeared that John's sweet talking could work wonders even on Sherlock Holmes.