Johnlock Oneshots

Curls

"John move. I need the couch." John put his newspaper down. "Why."

"I need to go to my mind palace."

John scoffs "Not moving."

"If you don't move I'll lay on top of you."

"Fine. good luck."

Sherlock plops Down on the couch and lays his head on John's lap, an act of defiance but incredibly adorable. Sherlock's curls fell all over his lap and John had to try his hardest not to start playing with them and ignore him.

Sherlock steeples his fingers under his chin and enters his mind palace. After a few minutes John gives up trying to read the paper and sets it to the side. Usually nothing John would do could pull Sherlock out of his mind palace so why would touching his hair be any different? Sherlock would never know.

John picked up one of the curls and bounced it in his hand. It was so bouncy and shiny it made John grin slightly. He released it but it got caught in his fingers and John ended up pulling slightly on the curl. Sherlock unsteepled his hands and sat up. John gasped startled.

Sherlock turned to face him and brought his knees up to his chest. "Don't touch." He said.

John smirked "awww are you worried I'm going to mess up your perfect hair." He made a fake pitiful face. Sherlock protested. "John it's not that." John just continued to make the face. "Oh of course it's not."

"John I-" John leans forward an touches his hair softly disturbing one of the curls. "Maybe you shouldn't lay on me."

"John don't."

John did it again. "What wrong am I going to mess up your-" John's voice faltered. When he looked back at Sherlock's face he expected to see irritation, or annoyance. What he saw was fear. Sherlock was biting his lip as if focusing very hard on something and staring at John pleadingly. He was hugging his knees to his chest tightly.

"Sherlock?"

no answer.

John slowly leaded forward, and Sherlock stared at his knees. John reached up and ruffled his hair slightly. Sherlock closed his eyes and bit his lip harder.

John didn't completely understand what was wrong with him, but he wanted to experiment. He wrapped his hands around one of the curls and pulled ever so softly.

Sherlock whimpered still biting his lip.

"Sherlock?" The shock was obvious in his voice. Sherlock buried his face in his knees. "S-sensitive roots John..."

"I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"...it doesn't hurt John..."

"it...it doesn't...?"

"It feels magnificent..."

Sherlock expected John to laugh, scoff, be weirded out, anything but what he did. John reached both hands up and began to card them softly though his hair.

"Oh!" He gasped, and let his legs straighten out, allowing John to climb into his lap. John grinned. "like that?"

Sherlock nodded.

John began to pull on his hair very softly. Sherlock's face burned red. "Oh!" He bent his neck towards John. John pulled slightly harder.

Sherlock whimpered and gasped. John slowly released his hair. He decided to be a little less gentle. He gently drug his finger nails of the top of his scalp.

"J-John! Oh- I can't... mmmmmmm" John began tracing patterns with his finger tips. He slowly and carefully pushed him down to the back of the couch. When he was layed down all the way his curls sprawled everywhere and John began to wrap his fingers around them and tug softly.

Sherlock continued to make soft little sounds while he did this. When John got bored of that he began so scratch his head softly. Sherlock make a sound that was sort of high pitched and whiny. John heard it and immediately chuckled at how cute it had been.

Sherlock looked away embarrassed, so John pulled one of his hands away from his hair to grasp his face and tilt it back towards him. John leant down and gave him one soft kiss on the lips. Sherlock flushed.

"That is the sweetest and utterly cutest thing I have seen in my whole life."