AN: Hey guys! So I'm back after the move, unhindered by BT's shitness. Who watched the Olympic opening ceremony? I'm sure it was wonderfully thought out and everything but OH MY GOD what an hour of the most cheesy and horribly embarrassing affectations of britishness! Beyond horrible. I have no words.

This chapter was prompted by Trakrat. I need more prompts, get cracking!

I May have the body of a weak and feeble writer, but I have the reviews and prompts of a king. And a king of fandom too.

Lily

'Sherlock, I'm warning you!'

The subject of my angry outburst sulkily sat back and licked the buttercream off his fingers. Rather unfairly this simple little sight sent a kick of longing through me.

'John, you have far more buttercream there than is even remotely necessary, I really don't see why I can't just...'

'No Sherlock! I have told you before, it is the tenth anniversary of Mr Hudson's death and YOU WILL BEHAVE or you know what'll happen.'

'What will happen?'

'No cuddles for a fortnight, we talked about this Sherlock.' He pouted adorably and, miraculously, fell silent. Alas this little miracle was to be shortlived.

'John, why are we throwing a surprise party for Mrs Hudson? She didn't ask for anything like this. I'm beginning to think that this is all another of your elaborate ruses to make me eat something.'

I waited for the blush to fade before turning around and saying 'When have I ever concocted an elaborate ruse to make you eat?' with all due feigned innocence.

'Last Thursday when you told me that Mycroft was doing a cake deprivation exercise and I could come to watch and when I got there it was you, with a padlock on the door shouting that neither of us was coming out until I ate a tin of alphabeti spaghetti.'

I thought for a moment. 'Oh yeah. That was a good night.'

Sherlock snorted. 'Hardly. You ended up face down in your pint singing a song about goblin as I recall.'

'Shut up and help me bake.'

'And then you took of that girl's...'

'YES ALRIGHT.'

'I don't think she thought it was...'

'THANK YOU SHERLOCK. Conversation ended.'

I turned back to the kitchen counter. In retrospect it would have been simpler just to give him a piece of cake.

An: My god I am so sorry. Anyways, please review my lovelies, I don't know when I'll next update cos I'm away this weekend and then teaching juvenile delinquents the recovery position Monday- Tuesday and then the following Wednesday I GET MY GCSE RESULTS I'M SO DAMN SCARED!