Author's Note: This chapter is short, I know, but it was written so that I could close this case and move to another. So, enjoy! Please do R&R!
Chapter Four: John, I Need Some
"John," he complained, "I need some, get me some!"
"We discussed this, Sherlock-"
"I'll throw that cat out!" he threatened and John raised an eyebrow that said, 'No you won't' and Sherlock huffed. "It's so boring. Why does London have to be so peaceful?!" he plopped down on the couch beside John who had his legs crossed and he was reading a book.
Well, that was until Sherlock shoved his legs apart and laid his head on John's thigh. His feet settled and he looked up at his lover, "You really are a weird one, Sherlock," he smiled as he ran his fingers through the detective's hair.
"Says the one who invaded Afghanistan," he purred through the tease.
"That wasn't just me," they chuckled and Sherlock almost fell asleep at John's touch, until that meddling cat got in the way of everything…
See? Short, but I'll have another story posted soon and it'll be more everywhere an mysterious and lemony and stuff. So, reviews? Or no?