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[swissmusick]

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[sailorlock]

Prompt: Sherlock and John go shopping. Apparently John needs new jumpers and Sherlock needs a new scarf.

For Sherlock and John, shopping was just as much of a struggle as anything, especially when they went together, but John was insistent that Sherlock come. Besides, Sherlock owed him. Once at the store, John went straight for the jumpers. Having the widest selection of jumpers he'd ever seen, this store was like Heaven to John. His eyes smiled brightly at the sight, giving away his excitement even as he tried to hide the smile on his lips. There were shelves upon shelves with a wide spectrum of colors, jumpers with different stitches and patterns and sizes. "Contain yourself, John," said Sherlock, hands folded behind his back. John could already feel the savagery that was his insatiable desire for jumpers building up, but he held it back. He was well-trained in that skill. He rubbed his hands together. "Well, let's get started then," he said as he stepped into the jumper selection. "Do hurry," said Sherlock. "Oh no," laughed John. "This is your punishment." "Come off it!" complained Sherlock. "It was a mistake! John stopped in his tracks and turned to face Sherlock. "A mistake? It was a mistake to sneak in my bedroom and burn holes in all of my jumpers? I don't think so. Now are you coming with me or are you just going to stand their and sulk?" Sherlock looked entirely taken aback. "Coming," he groaned, following John into the unknown. John was immediately drawn to shelf with various shades of beige. He picked one out, nothing special about it, pretty average. Sherlock rolled his eyes when John held it up. "What do you think?" "I'm indifferent," said Sherlock. "I like it too," joked John, handing it to Sherlock for him to hold. Sherlock took it and mumbled something inaudible under his breath. John apparently spotted something he really liked at that moment, because face lit up and he rushed toward a rack full of jumpers of all colors, and pulled out one that was navy blue with a white stripe cutting horizontally through the center. He thumbed through for the right size and pulled one out with a sigh of relief once he found it. He held it up to himself and looked at Sherlock who wrinkled his face in disgust. "Absolutely not," said Sherlock. "It's worse than time you had the moustache." "Oh would you drop it already? And I like it, so I'm getting it. Here." He tossed it at Sherlock. Sherlock caught it and looked down at him in astonishment. He was really going to do it. They spent another hour looking at jumpers, and Sherlock had such a pile of them in his arms he could no longer see ahead of him. "Last one," promised John. "Thank god," sighed Sherlock. But at that moment, he lost balance and stumbled under the weight of the jumpers, falling into a nearby table and dropping them all over. One of them landed on his head, a few over his body. He was a grumbling mess on that floor. John quickly ran to his aid, pulling the jumper from his head and helping him up. "You alright?" he asked. Sherlock blinked a few times. "Yeah, fine," he said, bending down to pick the jumpers up. "Let me help," suggested John, joining Sherlock. Now both with their arms full of jumpers, Sherlock began walking toward the checkout. But John stopped him. "Hang on, Sherlock," he said. "What now?" asked Sherlock through gritted teeth. "I actually don't want these jumpers, will you help me put them back?" A fire ignited in Sherlock's eyes and he looked like he was about to spit venom. He dropped the jumpers on the spot and tackled John to the ground. "I'll rip you in half," he threatened. He had John pinned down on his back, which John found all-too sexy. "Don't cross me like this again, love," he whispered, a slightly carnal tone to his voice. He released John and made sure to stare at the bulge in his jeans as he stood. Oh, they had an audience, but everyone was quick to turn away when Sherlock turned to them. The boys put back the jumpers, leaving John with the five that he really wanted, then left to go buy them. Sherlock made a sour face as he pulled out his wallet to pay for them. Then they went off to a different shop as Sherlock needed a new scarf. He refused to tell anyone how it got torn. It was a secret between him and John. All he would say is that John owed him a new one.