Happy Valentine's Day, all you lovely, wonderful people.
Sherlock slides his hands into the soft leather gloves John's given him. They're smooth and supple, hand-sewn, and of course they fit his long hands perfectly. It's rare that he has gloves that fit so well, and he can tell John had them custom made. For a moment he's shocked that John managed to get his measurements somehow, but then, the man's always been more than a little fixated on Sherlock's hands.
"John. They're wonderful." He flexes his fingers, marvelling at how well they follow. John smiles up at him, the look on his face fond but a little reserved. He knows better than to expect a gift from Sherlock. Of course, Sherlock reads it on him.
"I... I got you something. I'm just not sure it's appropriate." The look on John's face shifts into a slight panic. "No, no! Nothing illegal, or explicit." Sherlock reaches into the folds of his coat and pulls out a small envelope. He hesitates for a moment before handing it over. John lets the contents fall out onto the table.
"An MRI... of a heart?"
"My heart, John. It's yours now."
"Sherlock... It's... perfect."
Reverently, John holds the picture between his hands, his eyes watering up a bit. Sherlock has the decency to pretend he doesn't notice as John slips the MRI into his billfold.