Fluff & Stuff

Illness

Sherlock had told John not to go shopping two days ago. John did anyway. Now, John is sick. Really sick. Sherlock didn't know how to take care of people, only take care of corpses. So John had to instruct Sherlock what to do for the entire time.

"Sherlock, bring me some soup." John groaned tiredly while Sherlock only looked at the containers with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why would you need any of this? High levels of sodium, carbohydrates and cholesterol do not help you cure your current illness." Sherlock kept looking at the cans with premade soup with a confused expression on her face. John sighed.

"Instead of eating anything hard, I'll eat some soup so my throat doesn't get worse than it already is. That's what it does." John explained as if he were talking to a child. Which he was.

Sherlock looked up at John with slight fear in her eyes. "But John, it has so many artificial ingredients that aren't considered healthy-"

"Sherlock-"

"It even has chicken fat! Since when is chicken fat considered-"

"Sherlock, for Christ's sake, just bring me the soup." John whined exasperatedly, his stomach letting out an strange noise that was similar to a humpback whale's cry.

"Fine." Sherlock grumbled defeatedly before he carefully put the bowl on a tray and walked to where John was sitting on the couch. She sat next to him, turning to him before placing the tray on her lap and picking up the spoon. John turned his whole body towards her and tilted his head in confusion.

"Just this once." Sherlock mumbled as a light blush spread across her cheeks. John smiled widely as Sherlock gently raised the spoon to John's lips. "Blow." She said, her cheeks reddening more. John did as told and then took the spoon in his mouth, gulping the soup down happily. Sherlock watched silently as John licked his lips before smiling. She kept repeating this for a while but stopped, putting the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. She turned back to John with her face flushed a bright shade of red before she attacked John's lips with her own. John didn't hesitate to kiss back but was obviously taken aback by Sherlock's behaviour. John pulled away reluctantly.

"Sherlock, you're going to get sick!" John complained a little bit too late.

"I really don't give a damn." Sherlock said before pulling John into another long kiss.

~NEXT DAY~

"John?" Sherlock called out before sniffing.

"Yes, Sherlock?" John mumbled sleepily from next to her.

"I'm appear to have nasal congestion and my temperature is rising." In other words: I'm sick.