Thanks to Atlin Merrick for today's word. Have a bit of UST/nearly first kiss! I'm such a tease.
The air between them is so charged, so thick with tension John thinks he could cut it with a dull butter knife. Sherlock is perched on the edge of the kitchen table, wearing nothing but the red silk robe that flatters his skin so well, and a pair of black pants.
John has been attempting ignore Sherlock and focus on his toast, but it's getting increasingly difficult. He swallows, staring directly into Sherlock's incandescent eyes.
"You know, Sherlock, you should really stop waltzing around like that. You'll give people the wrong idea."
"What idea might that be?" Sherlock's eyebrow quirks. If John didn't know better, he'd swear Sherlock was flirting.
"That you're attempting to seduce your flatmate."
"The flatmate who has been trying his hardest not to stare at me since he sat down?"
"The very same." John pushes the crust of his toast, chasing a dollop of honey across his plate. "You preen around like a peacock, it's almost like you want me to kiss you. Or worse."
"And who says I don't?"
It's John's turn to raise an eyebrow. Before he has time to respond, Sherlock's wrapped one hand around his neck, pulling their faces a hairsbreadth apart.
"John Hamish Watson," he murmurs, their lips nearly brushing together. "By now you should know better than to call my bluff."