Fluff & Stuff

Surprise

The sound of the keyboard rang through the flat, letting anyone in a mile radius know that John was typing away at his laptop. Him and Sherlock had just gotten home from a case, John wasted no time in sitting down and writing with explicit details. John didn't know where Sherlock was but he was sure she was in the flat with him, the occasional sound of things being moved coming from her room.

John's fingers flew across the keyboard expertly, having already accustomed to writing down each of their solved cases right after they get home. John was too concentrated to notice Sherlock walking behind him and crouching down so she was at his height on the sofa. In fact, he was so focused he didn't noticed Sherlock's light breathing at the side of his neck.

"Are you writing about me?"

John let out a yelp in surprise, jumping slightly before gripping onto his laptop to prevent it from falling. John stayed quiet exactly a minute, calming himself down so he wouldn't yell at Sherlock for startling him.

"I'm sorry. Did I scare you, Doctor?" Sherlock asked innocently, pulling at her sleeves. A chill ran down John's spine, his 'nickname', as she put it, always pleasant to hear.

"No, not at all. You surprised me is all." John said, running a hand over his face to hide his embarrassment.

"Hm." Sherlock hummed, not believing him but letting it slide. "You didn't answer my question."

"Right. What was it?" John asked. Sherlock sighed in exasperation, always hating to repeat herself.

"Are you writing about me?" Sherlock repeated, leaning to look over John's shoulder. He only lowered the screen so she couldn't see.

"Why would you ask that?" John asked, raising an eyebrow as Sherlock stood up to walk away. She was dressed in her robe and a white shirt that belonged to John, making John turn his head to look at her as she walked to the kitchen.

"Well, you're writing a lot." She said over her shoulder, disappearing into the kitchen attempt to make tea.

John shook his head, turning back to his laptop. "Always so cocky." He said with a smile, fixing the angle of the screen and resuming to type. "Your ego just continues to grow immensely."

"Yet somehow you seem to put up with it." Sherlock responded from the kitchen. "I must say, Doctor Watson, I am impressed you're still sane."

Another chill ran down John's spine at his name being mentioned and he closed the lid of his laptop, knowing in advance that he won't be able to write anymore with the lovely distraction. He set his laptop on the coffee table and leant back into the sofa, already hearing Sherlock's bare feet heading his direction. She placed her knee on either side of John, wrapping her arms around his neck. John's eyes widened, him having to swallow hard because of how nervous and unsure he was. John timidly put his arms around Sherlock's waist, not wanting her to fall back any time soon.

Sherlock pulled back slightly so John and her face were centimeters apart. "John?" Sherlock whispered, running her hand through John's hair.

"Y-Yes?" John squeaked back, way caught up in the moment.

"How do you make tea?"