Yep, more inspiration from all the awesome teasers and images from Series 2. Skip if you're worried about spoilers.
Sherlock hisses as John dabs his cheekbone lightly with antiseptic ointment.
"You did ask for it, you know. You asked for it, and then you goaded me into doing it. You're not getting any sympathy, you great git."
Sherlock scowls petulantly at the floor and continues the silent treatment that's been going on since they got home.
"Not to mention those bloody protuberant cheekbones of yours. I think my knuckles hurt more than your face does."
John is graced with a charming snort in reply this time. He finishes with the antiseptic and blots the wound gently.
"I think you'll live. It looks a bit rakishly handsome this way, let's not bother with a plaster."
Sherlock finally looks up at John, his eyes filled with a strange mix of respect, admiration, and finally, thankfully a bit of amusement.
"Rakishly handsome, John? Really?" He raises a brow, causing the skin over the wounded area to tighten and pull slightly, and gasps again. "I still can't believe you actually hurt me." Sherlock whines. John rolls his eyes. "You needed it to be believable, didn't you? Otherwise what would have been the point?"
The long-suffering army doctor leans over and kisses Sherlock's cheek lightly, just below the abrasion. "Come on then, come to bed and I'll make it up to you, you big baby."