Fluff & Stuff

Stress

Sherlock sat at her desk, poking the paper furiously in thought. She read the page over and over again, her brain too tired to process and save the information given. She slammed her fists against the table angrily. She held her head in her hands, massaging her temples. Moments later, she jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" John asked drowsily, gently placing a kiss on the back of Sherlock's head. She sighed. She had awoken John with her outburst.

"My brain isn't functioning properly." She said. "I can't learn anything."

"Honey, you haven't slept in two days. Of course you can't learn anything." John said as if he had said it too many times to count. "Your brain requires rest in order to function."

"Where on Earth do you get these assumptions, John?" Sherlock said, turning her head to look at John. He looked at her with amusement.

"I'm a doctor, Sherlock."

Sherlock blushed, remembering that her boyfriend indeed was a doctor. An army doctor. She rolled her eyes to hide her embarrassment.

"I need to learn this. I have a test on Friday." Sherlock sighed exasperatedly, turning back to her notes. She felt John slip his arms around the chair and curl around her waist.

"Please come to bed." He begged as he buried his head in her neck. Sherlock hummed a response, causing John to release her and then spin her chair around.

"Hey-!" Sherlock said before John pressed a kiss on her lips, deeming her silent. When they parted, John pressed his forehead against Sherlock's.

"Please?" He asked, widening his eyes to look even more adorable than he already was.

Sherlock sighed. "Alright, fine. But you have to promise to help me study." Sherlock said, earning a lob-sided grin from John.

"Deal." John said before picking up a giggling Sherlock 'bridal' style and carrying her to their bedroom.