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It was pouring cats and dogs since the beginning of dawn. Sherlock closed his eyes as he embark on a journey towards his mind palace. He could hear the thrumming againts the roof and the violent battering on the window. For a while it was calm, but soon interrupted when he heard a ruckus from inside the kitchen. It was John. Sherlock watched him from the corner of his eyes. He could see that John was busying himself for his morning tea and judging at the second mug he pulled out of the cupboard he was also making one for Sherlock. Sherlock didn’t mind, John knew his tea best.
Sherlock was sitting on his chair by the fireplace. He was working on a particularly hard case, a three patch situation. The heavy rain created a white noise to help him concentrate. It should help, but it didn’t. He was having a difficult time processing facts he had gathered. The patches doesn’t help him much these days for it only seem to dull his senses rather than sharpening it. The thought of going back on smoking had crossed his mind but he had quickly dissmissed it for having to worry about maintaining a good smoking habit in this part of London and most importantly the urge to avoid Johns dissaproving eyes.
He needed refresh his mind. To let his mind wondered and relaxed. Something stronger than three nicotine patches. A cup of steaming hot tea suddenly appeared infront of him bringing him back to reality. He looked up and saw John smiling down at him with his bright blue eyes. Ah, yes. John. Why didn’t he thought of it sooner.
Sherlock stand up and stopped John from moving towards the sofa.
Sherlock cleared his throath. “John.”
John turned around a little and was faced with Sherlock’s chest. Sherlock eyes trained at Johns. Their face almost touching, by their proximity he could feel Johns heat radiating from his body.
“Yes?” Sherlock can’t help but smirk at the little tremble in Johns voice.
Sherlock put a finger beneath Johns chin holding him in place. He moved his fingers towards the back of John’s head and slowly leaning in. He could see John closing his eyes as he brushes his lips off his cheek to his jaw and then moving lower to his neck which resulted a quiet gasp coming from John’s trembling lips. He could also see the way John’s lips parted away, clearly waiting. Sherlock felt John’s warm palms moving up to rest on his neck.
Sherlock moved his lips toward John’s ear giving it a little nibble which makes John tighten his fingers on the base of his neck fighting a moan from escaping. And wisphered in his low baritone voice, “I think we should have chinese for tonight.”
Judging by John’s delayed reaction he must have took a moment to process the words. Sherlock sit back down and tried his best holding his grin. John looks like a gaping fish with mouth opening and closing before deciding to say, “Oh, for the love of God!”
John can’t hold back his frustration any longer and grabbed his favorite flag-printed cushion and smacked Sherlock with all his might. At this point Sherlock could no longer hide his amusement and burst into a laughter. He half-heartedly avoid John’s cushion before pulling him onto his lap and properly kissed his frustration away.
“But, I am serious about the chinese.” Sherlock said as he pulled away.
John smacked him on the back of his head. And dragged Sherlock for another kiss. Their kiss quickly turn into a full blown make out. In the end, John did get their chinese. And Sherlock got the distraction that he wants.