And I'm back! The wedding was gorgeous, but I'm glad to be home. So tired XD
Sherlock's in another one of his snits, complaining about having nothing to do. There are unsolved cases in a pile on his desk and half-finished experiments in the kitchen, but apparently following John around, clinging to him, and complaining is much more important today.
John sighs, tightness forming around his eyes.
"Sherlock, why don't you just finish all the things you've started?"
"They're not interesting anymore." John's shoulders tense, and clearly Sherlock can feel it, because he pulls away. Turning around in his chair, John looks up at him.
"And what about me then? What will you do when I'm not interesting anymore..." He trails off, tries to look away. Shame and anxiety cloud his features. "Look at me, Sherlock. I'm getting old, getting tired. I'm not going to be able to chase after you my whole life. Then what? Will you get bored of me, too?"
Sherlock stares down at John. His eyes are wide, a flush creeping across his high cheekbones. He's silent for a moment, but when John opens his mouth to speak again, Sherlock just drops to his height and crushes him with a passionate kiss. When he pulls back, his expression is one familiar to John - slightly irritated, amused, but fond.
"John, you may be a lot of things, but you will never be boring."