Johnlock oneshots (2009, RDJ version)

That's my shirt - drabble

    "That's my shirt, Holmes."
    He's sat in front of me, and my shirt swamps him. He looks so comfortable. I let him grab my hand and pull me down next to him. He rests his head on my shoulder.
    "It smells like you."
    "Well you don't need the shirt now you've got the real thing." I tease.
    He blushes, looking at me. He kisses me gently, his hands flat against my chest. I comb my fingers through his hair. His fingers twist into my shirt. I pull back and press a playful kiss to his nose.
    "Give me my shirt."