Sherlock
I woke up to light flickering in through the blinds. I groaned and tried to think of something to motivate me to get out of bed. Nothing. Seeing as there were no cases at the moment, the past few days have been bland. If it weren't for my hatred of wasting time I likely would've laid there for the rest of the day. I climbed out of bed though, and coming to the realisation that I was completely nude, I simply grabbed my bed sheet and walked out of my room. I could hear John sitting at the table in the living room. I walked in, making sure my sheet was covering my lower region. I stopped in the living room to stretch my arms and wipe the sleep from my eyes. As I opened them again, I saw John's face. Interrupting my plan of a casual "good morning", was john, with tightly closed eyes and his bottom lip being drawn in. I paused to assess. I cleared my throat. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked straight at my face. Not once letting his gaze below that. But it didn't seem right. It seemed forced. Unsure of whether he was uncomfortable by my display of skin or aroused by it, I simply chuckled and pulled my sheet higher up on my waist.
"Goodmorning, John." I said crisply. He broke eye contact and looked back down at the newspaper in his hands.
"Morning, Sherlock." He said. I could tell from the very slight twitch of his left eye that he had to forcibly bring himself to look down. It was very likely that he was bothered by my only wearing a bed sheet. That seemed the blatant centre of his discomfort.
"What are you up to?" I asked, knowing I could easily sound nonchalant even when I was truly at least somewhat interested in his discomfort. He sighed.
"Working on a crossword in the paper. And you?" He asked. His eyes flickered up for a moment, met my happy trail that I was purposely allowing on display, and then quickly settled back down on the newspaper. He licked his lips nervously. Hm. Two possibilities are sticking out. He is either aroused or bothered because he finds it 'off putting' to see my skin. The latter was somewhat unflattering, so I decided the first possibility was where my curiosity lay. This was far from the first time I'd suspected that John either despised me or wanted to have sex with me. Maybe both. I chuckled to myself. He's always making nervous eye contact and making small yet easily noticeable signs. I often don't allow myself to stoop so low as to experiment with this. Although I'm not sure why, I know it'd be considered rude to try and see if John was attracted to me by 'playing with his emotions'. So I always let it go. But today, being restless and desperately needing something less mundane to think about, I figured I'd allow myself a small amount of testing on the matter. Only because I didn't care if John was attracted to me. As odd as it sounds, I think I would like him to be attracted to me. Pulling myself from the rushing thoughts in my head I realised it's been almost a full 45 seconds since he asked 'and you' in reply to what he was up to.
"I can tell you one thing. I'm not checking out my flatmate's lower abdomen." I said matter-of-factly. He stopped abruptly and raised his eyebrows. He looked up at me and although it was clear he tried not to, his eyes briefly dropped to my lower abdomen again. I could easily pick up on the shift in his position and uncomfortable face indications. He cleared his throat and set the newspaper down.
"Right, yes, well, I'm not the one parading around almost 90% nude." He said, clearly trying to make it sound as if it were in a teasing manner. The only teasing being done is on him by me. I may not know feelings too well but I knew that. I smirked and didn't answer, but walked closer to the table and picked the newspaper crossword up. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and he seemed to be having an inner struggle of whether or not to look up at my body. He did though, and practically started drooling. His eyes roamed from my chest down to my legs and back up against. He shifted and uncomfortably pulled at his jeans. Aha. Arousal. I almost wanted to laugh. I nodded to myself, happy to have killed at least some time by solving this matter.
"Well, John. While you were hungrily staring me down, I solved all your crosswords. I didn't write them in because I figured if I'd left to go get a pencil you might start pleasuring yourself and that would be an awkward situation for both of us." I said. I dropped the crossword back onto the table and went and sat over in my chair. I perched my hands under my chin and racked my brain for something else to do today. To me, the matter with John was over. To him, it clearly was not. I opened an eye and glanced at him and he was immensely hot and bothered. But even more interestingly, he seemed mad. Maybe I wasn't done quite yet. I sighed and looked him in the eyes.
"I-I was not hungrily staring you down!" He retorted, his face scrunched up and red. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. Of course it was possible he really wasn't staring at my body due to arousal.
"Perhaps you were disgusted, or maybe just intrigued by the human anatomy, or even just simply spacing out. " I said calmly. But quickly, a mischievous grin lit up my face.
"But the issue in your trousers would prove all three of those to be incorrect." I said slowly. John stood up immediately, almost knocking something over.
"I-" John looked like he could hit me in the face, but knowing I was 100% right, instead he just sat back down swiftly to try and hide his erection from me. I laughed.
"I didn't realise how easily I could cause that reaction." I stated. My eyes were closed again, deep in thought of cleaning out my mind palace. Throwing out old vocabulary words, although giving me something to do, wasn't quite as fun as flustering my companion, John Watson. Which was apparently a very easy task. I opened my eyes. He was biting his lip again.
"Fuck you, Sherlock." He said. Obviously he was irritated but I'm sure it was simply because irritation is much easier to convey then embarrassment, especially for a modest guy like John.
"Oh, apparently you'd like to." I replied. And then I did something I wouldn't have expected to do. I winked. As soon as I did it, I was confused, but it got the reaction I was hoping for. I saw lust in John's face. The sexy look in his eye, the ever so slight clenching of the jaw. I had won. And gotten quite caught up in it too. I felt a very subtle stirring in my lower abdomen. Oh god. Oh please, no.
"Oh come on, the last thing I need are these feelings! I'm trying to figure out how to get a case, not how to become a desperate, adolescent teenage girl." I groaned to myself. John cocked an eyebrow. Looking down to see that his little friend was still standing tall didn't help.
"God damn it John, wipe that lustful look off your face and get your boner down before i get one too!" I said, angrily. John's lips slightly parted and I was sure he was surprised for at least a moment but he quickly caught me off guard.
"Oh sorry, am I arousing you, Sherlock Holmes?" He asked in a fake sympathetic voice.
"Now you know what I have to deal with all the time," he muttered to himself. Well, then.
