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Bored.

"Bored!" Sherlock shouted as she shot the smiley face on the wall. With every shot, she yelled "Bored!" in a different voice. Just as she shot her last bullet, John barged into the room with a perplexed look on his face.

"Sherlock! What are you doing?!" John asked, panicking. Sherlock turned to him with a frown. She was wearing a dark blue bath robe with nothing but a white tank top and black underwear. John's gaze travelled up and down for a second but immedieatelly snapped up to her eyes again, a deep blush rising to his cheeks.

"I'm bored, John!" Sherlock whined, oblivious to John's stare. She chucked her gun across the room before picking up her violin and walking towards the window. "How do I get...unbored?" She said, glancing back at John only to catch him staring at her bare legs that were visible as the robe moved from side to side as she walked. He immediately snapped back into reality, realising he was asked a question.

"Sorry, what?" He asked innocently. Sherlock groaned. She hated having to repeat herself.

"What is the cure to not being bored?" She asked, pursing her lips as she silently read him.

"I suggest you find some way to entertain yourself then." John shrugged his shoulder before heading to the kitchen. Sherlock thought over on John's suggestion. Find some way to entertain yourself. Sherlock smiled as an idea popped in her head. She turned back to the window with a tiny smirk.

Minutes later, John walked back into the living room, almost spitting out his drink at the sight.

Sherlock stood in front of the window, no longer wearing her bath robe. She played her violin softly, her eyes closed in concentration. Her back was to John so he couldn't see the look on her face. John's eyes roamed over her long bare legs and tried to memorise every single curve she had. The music abruptly stopped.

"John?" Sherlock spoke up, lowering her violin slightly. John's face got hot and the tips of his ears turned a dark shade of red.

"Y-Yes?" John stuttered and mentally cursed himself for that. Sherlock turned to him innocently, watching his reddened features in amusement.

"Do we have any milk left?" Sherlock smiled.