I got inspired by a picture on tumblr. Sherlock has the most amazing eyes ever!^-^ Anyways enjoy:D
If it was true that the eyes were the window into the soul then John was going to have to rethink some things. He didn't usually muddle around with such trivial folklore, and seeing that Sherlock detested that sort of thinking because it was boring, and mind numbing, well it didn't leave him a whole lot of room to study it.
But no matter how many times John tried not to stare at Sherlock's eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about the story. Apparently, the brighter the mix of color was, the purer the soul you had. And John truly believed that as he and Sherlock stood in Lestrade's office, gazing into the magnificent orbs.
"John!" Sherlock snapped impatiently. From the way his voice had raised, it was obvious he had been trying to get John's attention for a while. How he loved the way Sherlock's eyes brightened further when he was mad.
"What is it?" John answered finally.
"I've been calling your name for two minutes."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I was just thinking."
Sherlock opened his mouth to say something further but then stopped a moment to rethink it. "I can't just stand here while Lestrade gets to have all the fun," he finally said after a moment.
"Well, it was blue-you that caught the guy." John glanced at the ground silently cursing his self for letting his mind wonder.
"Yeah," Sherlock said, quickly confused. "But he won't know what to check for when the body arrives!"
"Who better then blue- you to check it." Another silent curse.
For a second, Sherlock stopped his pacing to stand side by side with John. "Are you okay, John," he asked quietly.
"Yeah, yeah! Totally fine, brilliant in fact," John blurted out.
Maybe just a little too quickly, Sherlock thought as his eyes flicked back and forth, assessing John's state.
Oh god, not those eyes again! John adverted his own, not wanting to see the sensual pools of crystal blue- green for fear of fainting. Who could blame him though, with eyes like that… a calm ocean of blue and green swirling around an endless galaxy. Sherlock's eyes were his home, his memories and shelter, and they were also John's home, his space, his escape, and his beautiful world.
"Maybe you should get some rest," Sherlock murmured with a tender kiss to John's forehead.
"Okay, yeah. I'll get some rest, Sherlock. Just don't go and do something stupid again."
"I was bored."
"Fantastic," John breathed against Sherlock's lips as he untangled his body.
"I love you, John," Sherlock called out when the shorter man had opened the door.
"I love you blue-too, bloody hell."