Fluff & Stuff

Lazy at Holme

With his laptop laid comfortably on his lap, a very concentrated John picked up his ringing phone from next to him. He pinned it between his ear and his shoulder, continuing to type on the computer about their latest case.

"Yes, Sherlock?" John answered distractedly, typing away the keys. Sherlock sighed through the phone.

"I'm bored, John."

"Yes, I know. You've called me five times already when you could just get ou your room and tell me in person." John said, not stopping his typing. Sherlock sighed again, flopping on the bed and rolling on it.

"Six." Sherlock corrected. "I've called you six times, not counting this one."

"Yeah, okay." John said distractedly, making Sherlock abruptly hang up and roll out of bed.

John finished writing and checked it. Satisfied, he submitted it and placed the computer on the coffee table in front of him. He grabbed the newspaper next to his coffee and laptop, reading the headlines, which mentioned the case John and Sherlock had solved together.

Sherlock emerged from her room, wearing her robe, a white t-shirt that most likely belonged to John, brown pajama pants and colorful socks. John smiled but did not receive a smile in return, only Sherlock rubbing her eye sleepily. John patted his own lap, placing a pillow on his legs so Sherlock could be comfortable. Sherlock lays across the couch, her head resting on the pillow which lay on John's lap, John's fingers running through her hair while his other hand held the newspaper.

"Better?" John asked after a while. Sherlock inhaled and exhaled through her mouth and nose.

"No, I'm still bored."