☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.
1. Sherlock was hunched over his microscope, watching for the reaction he wanted, when John wandered into the kitchen with his empty mug. “Do you want another cuppa?” he asked and turned his back to Sherlock to face the sink as he rinsed out his mug, and the one next to Sherlock without waiting for a reply. Sherlock had looked up at the question to see John’s backside pushed slightly back from the sink to avoid splashing his pants, and Sherlock found himself transfixed. He managed out a mumbled ‘please’ and forced his gaze back to the reaction, but he had missed it. He felt a wave of disappointment wash over him that was out of proportion to the failed experiment.
2. They were at a crime scene; locked room murder, his favourite, but he suddenly lost all focus on the case as John knelt by the body and verbalised the exact thoughts Sherlock had had upon entering the room. In that moment, everything seemed to melt away to just him and John, and he was nearly overcome with the desire for John. There was a silence after John finished talking and turned to Sherlock who didn’t say anything.“Sherlock?”John questioned, breaking Sherlock out of hie reverie.Sherlock blinked to clear his head and went on to tell John he was correct and to highlight what he had missed. He felt warm inside when John smiled at Sherlock’s praise for being correct.
3. Stakeouts and waiting had always been Sherlock’s least favourite part of crimes, and as such he’d ended up in some avoidable danger by not being patient enough. But with John, the time seemed more bearable. They were together in Lestrade’s unmarked vehicle, while Lestrade had gone around the corner to wait with Sally. John was intently watching the building, but Sherlock constantly found his gaze sliding back to John’s face in profile, with the orange glow of the street light holding his features in clear view. He almost missed it when the suspect came out of the building.
4. Sherlock was sulking, although you’d never get him to admit it. He was draped over the couch in only his dressing gown. He’d not been in a great mood all day, but it was not at all helped by John abandoning him for some woman. Apparently they’d met at the Tescos and made plans to see a movie,they new bond film or some such rubbish. To be fair, there was nothing really going on here for John, but that didn’t mean Sherlock didn’t still want him here, even if he was just silently reading the paper and waiting out the sulk. Sherlock misses John when he’s not here. Its like an ache he can’t ignore. He likes to pretend he doesn’t notice when John is gone, but the truth is he couldn’t be more aware of him.
5. John came home late obviously frustrated. Sherlock had eventually moved his sulk to the bedroom, so he could spread out more on his bed, and not 5 minutes later, he heard John arrive home, stomping up the stairs. He heard him pause when he came through the door and saw that Sherlock wasn’t on the couch and then huff out a sigh. He heard him start to make a cup of tea, but abandon it before the water even boiled as he stomped upstairs to his room. His date had obviously not gone well judging from the stomping and the fact that he was back here at all. Sherlock stared at his ceiling and imagined what John was doing up in his room. He imagined him instead coming in to Sherlock’s bedroom and flopping on the bed with him, pulling him into a hug before going on his tirade about what had frustrated him so much this time. His chest ached.
+1 Time. In the morning, Sherlock came out to the kitchen to find John just finishing making tea for the both of them. Sherlock sat down at the kitchen table as John turned around to face him and was halted as John gave him the most perfect smile Sherlock had ever seen.“Morning,” John said as he placed the tea in front of Sherlock“Sorry if I woke you when I came in last night, things didn’t go quite as planned,” he continued, not noticing Sherlock’s lack of any kind of response.“You probably could have told me it was going to happen, but I wouldn’t have listened anyway. It was mostly my fault though, I kept talking about you and your cases.”Sherlock still hadn’t said anything and when John gave him a mildly questioning look, he found himself standing next to John with his face in his hands. John looked slightly alarmed, but Sherlock didn’t notice as he kissed him full on the mouth. He started to pull back in panic as he realised exactly what he was doing,but as he moved back, he felt John moving forwards with him, chasing him. And so they stayed locked in their embrace in the kitchen as their tea grew cold, and neither of them noticed or much cared
