A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]

The one-sided argument

It had been a day since John had fainted, and John was already feeling better.

"Sherlock?" He called, looking around his little house.
John soon found him in Johns study, writing things down in his notebook.

Now was the time to ask.

"Sherlock..." He started, biting his lip. "what exactly happened to me the other day?" Sherlock quickly looked up, not expecting John to ask the question.
"Would I know." Sherlock asked, nervousness lacing his words.
"Because it happened after we..." John trailed off, a slight blush on his cheeks.
Sherlocks mouth opened and closed, but not a word leaving his lips.

John felt his face burn red, something in his stomach boiling.
"John I-"
"No, Sherlock, listen to me first."
Sherlock instantly shut his mouth, worry clouding over his usually calm eyes.
"If you ever experiment on me again, Sherlock, you can expect sleeping on your own, no love from me at-all!" John shouted, thinking of more to say.
"I will do absolutely nothing with you.
Nothing. You shouldn't expect a thing."
He continued, hoping the threats were enough, because, he had hardly ever threatened with someone before.

Sherlocks faced flushed, with more worry than anger, or embarrassment.

"John-"
"That's quite enough, Sherlock. I think I need some space. I'll meet with you tomorrow after breakfast." With that he showed Sherlock out the door, a frown on his face.

John sat in his little chair, hoping he wouldn't feel bad.
But he did.
He felt terrible.

He already missed Sherlock.

[bounces around-
Soooo recently I started drinking tea, and I mean, all the time.
What I didn't know was that the kind I had was caffeinated. atleast, not until my third cup.
IVE HAD FOUR CUPS OF TEA TODAY.
And, boy, do I feel great.
I love tea, it helps me write.]