A/N: Mycroft is fat… with that out there, I have no excuse for my absence except for a Writer's Block from Hell. I fear that this tiny thing isn't signifying an end to this, seeing as A) this is short&crappy, B) my writers block really isn't even gone, and C) I forgot what I was going to put for C. Oh well. Hope I can submit something quality soon… /tears/
On that note, I've always wanted to try one of those 221B things. Too bad my first one is… this... thing.
Word Count: 221(B)
Ship(s): John/Sherlock
Warning(s): Really short and crappy. Really just an excuse to write that A/N. Also: body worship, bad metaphors, John is creepin', and Sherlock being…cute?
Gawk
Sometimes John found himself staring at Sherlock. He couldn't explain the urge – as beautiful as Sherlock was, he was so familiar by now that John should've grown accustomed his presence. This was not the case. He equated Sherlock to the sun – always there, but never not dazzling. Not to mention dangerous to stare at. John often feared that he might go blind looking too long.
But what a last sight to see! John could spend hours, days even, tracing the contours of Sherlock's body. He wouldn't even have to touch (though God, he'd love to). John treated Sherlock like piece of art, forever cherished, never fondled. John wondered how long it had been since Sherlock had really been touched.
John generally managed to contain himself. He could bide his time, forever if necessary. But there were moments where some random, unpredictable thing would set John off kilter. A certain way the light would hit Sherlock's eyes. A certain trill to Sherlock's normally controlled baritone voice. A certain curve of lips when something actually surprised him. A wrinkle of nose. A curl of the toes. John never saw them coming, these tiny things, but they hit him hard and he had to physically turn away – sometimes even leave the apartment completely – to regain his composure.
So, yeah. It was getting pretty bad.
I'm going to plea for forgiveness rather than reviews this time kkthnxbai.