Johnlock fluff oneshots

Part 3: A week in your shoes

An: disclaimer: I dont think all allo people act like Sherlock does in this, he has just discovered attraction and this is how a lot of my horny teenage friends act so it's based off that. Also, all ace people experience things differently. I always write Sherlock as sex positive but I am sex repulsed so my depiction of him is just a version of what someone may experience. I don't experience exactly how he is presented and other sex positives wont either as I am a sex repulsed writing as sex positive so it wont be completely accurate. Ok, now I've got that cleared up, I hope you enjoy the fluff and that you have a lovely existence.

Warnings: there is a lot more mention of sex and attraction than in my usual writing and I'm sorry to any other sex repulsed aces out there, I made myself slightly uncomfortable writing some of this but I think it's important for the story and it is very minor. Apart from that, there is a corpse at the murder scene but very little (if any) description of gore. I think that's about it my lovelys, enjoy:)

Word count: 3080

"Well that was fun!!" Gasped Sherlock as he rolled away from John.
"It was boring. Urgh, how come I know think sex is boring? This is so weird."
"Yup, and I thought it was mindblowingly amazing, definitely weird."
They looked at each other and suddenly started to laugh.
"Oh my God Sherlock, you just had sex with yourself!! That is so weird."
"Thanks for pointing that out John, I was trying not to think about that."
Just then, sherlock's phone pinged and he reached over to pick it up from the bedside table and tried to turn it on.

"Oh for fucks sake!"
"What is it darling?"
"It doesn't recognise my thumb, you'll have to turn it on." John obliges and handed the phone back to Sherlock.
"How come you spend half your life snooping through my phone but I'm not allowed to have a finger print unlock for yours? It has caused some issues in the past remember and you still won't let me have one. Why not? Do you not trust me or something?"
"Umm, no? Of course I trust you my dear I just don't like other people using my stuff is all."
"Hmph, whatever." John frowned and looked afronted.
"Oh, cheer up, theres no need to be offended, I still love you. Besides, you are going to get your way now as I have to add your finger print so I don't have to get you to open it all week."
"Hmm, it seems like an empty gesture now."
"Well you can still unlock it if you want as you have my fingers after all. If you really want to snoop through my phone then you can."
"Is there anything interesting on there?"
"Depends what you mean by interesting dear. If you are interested in the classification of tobacco ash as I am then yes, if you were looking for more along the lines of juicy gossip then no."
John scrunched up his pale face and considered for a moment.
"I think I shall have a look anyway, just to make up for all the times you've snooped through my laptop over the  years."

"Suit yourself, although you won't find any pictures of naked women on here, or men for that matter."
"Apparently I don't care anymore, i am asexual this week remember?"
"True, maybe i should borrow your laptop again and have a look for myself now that I'm a horny bisexual, it might be fun."
"Ugh, I don't want to know about your experiments with my body please. Just don't do anything too extreme ok, I would like it back in good condition."
"Aye aye Captain" Sherlock did a mock salute and giggled as his partner shoved him playfully.

"Anyway," Sherlock deftly changed the subject as he read the text on his screen, "Lestrades wants us to come in immediately. Apparently it's at least a 9."
"A 9? What is that, like a chain of murders with nursery rhyme themes or something? We haven't had a 9 in a long while."
"Yeah well, I'm sure he's exaggerating. Geoff has a tendency to do that, but we might as well go see. Go get some clothes on. My clothes mind, we have to pretend to be each other remember."
John's faced scrunched up thoughtfully and he licked his bottom lip, a gesture that seemed very out of place on the pale detective's face.
"And how is that supposed to work exactly? Although I'm in your body, I don't exactly know how to do the whole "I'm a clever bloody know it all who has all the answers but is too much of a prick to tell you as you are a slow, ordinary person with the brain power of a slug."
Sherlock frowned in annoyance and pouted.
"I don't do that."
"Yes you do. You, being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool. You simply the answer is intensely obvious then flounce of looking annoyingly hot and in control leaving us all flustered and confused. You do it literally all the time."
John poked Sherlock's nose and raised his eyebrows at him.
"Ok, maybe I do do that. But that's not exactly hard to do. Just pretend it's obvious and pretend to mutter the answer to me then I can convey it to George in that insanely cute apologetic way you have before running after you looking like a sexy army doctor on a mission and kissing you against a wall."
John blushed, the colour standing out intensely against his white skin and Sherlock kissed him softly.