"I Don't Mind"

Celebrity Heads

"I got it!" Sherlocked slurred "I'm you aren't I?"
Slightly intoxicated, John and Sherlock giggle. They were playing the infamous game of Celebrity Heads again. They sat in their usual arm chairs by the 221B fireplace.

"No, you idiot." John huffs in mocked annoyance. He let's his arms sway limply beside him. "You've said that 5 times already." John giggled as Sherlock rolls his eyes, throwing his hands above his head. Sherlock was the living embodiment of a swish when he was drunk. John found it both hilarious and adorable.

"You turn." Sherlock sings, twirling his index finger at john.
They both giggle at that.
"wait" Sherlock leans forward squinting his eyes at Johns forehead. John doesn't even flinch at Sherlocks close proximity. Sherlock leans closer and nearly bumps his nose against the other mans. "Who's Katy Perry?" He says, confused staring at the name on Johns head
John laughs in exasperation.
"Are you serious? You still don't know how to play this game?"

Sherlock leans back and slumps back in his armchair. He stretches his long legs towards John.

"I got a name out of the magazine over there and put it that name on your head. Isn't that the aim of the game?" Sherlock takes a sip of his drink.

"No. For Gods sakes!" John laughs, shaking his head.

They giggle together.

John leans forward this time and rests his hand onto Sherlocks thigh. He immediately moves it though and shrugs, making a pouty face. John looks around the room like he was trying to convince an invisible crowd that that didn't just happen. Sherlock looks down. John looks back at the detective and holds his gaze, looking like an innocent puppy.

"I don't mind." Sherlock says simply.

John gives Sherlocks leg a final pat and slumps back into his chair. They sit in comfortable silence. Sipping on their drinks. Occasionally, they shift their legs around. Crossing and un-crossing their legs, stretching and lightly brushing against each other. They didn't seem to notice. Or they didn't mind.

"Am I pretty?" Johns voice pierces through Sherlocks train of thought.

"Excuse me?" Sherlock giggles  making his chest jump up and down.

"We're playing a game. It's my turn. Am I pretty?" John says pointing at his forehead.

"I already gave it away, you know who it is you idiot-"

"Shhhhhh." John cuts him off. "No I don't. I forgot." John giggles mischievously.

"Fine." Sherlock says playing along. "Yes you're very pretty." nodding his head.

The influence of the alcohol already gave Johns cheeks a rosy tint. But that doesn't stop his face becoming redder as he blushes to himself.

"Yeah, I am." He giggles. Taking a sip of his drink confidently. He sits up a little straighter and crosses his legs. "I'm a pretty little lady."

Sherlock sniggers at that making john do the same. They laugh for 5 minutes unable to control themselves.

"Hang on. Don't move." Sherlock stands up and sways a bit before finding his balance and dragging his chair closer to Johns.

"what are you doing?" John giggles.

"Making a bed." Sherlock says playfully. "lift your legs onto my chair." He instructs. John does just that. All the while giggling at the detective. Sherlock pushes the front of his chair against the front of Johns creating what Sherlock had in mind: a bed. "Comfortable?" he smiles down at John.

"Yes, thank you." John grins "Wanna join?" he adds, patting a spot next to him.

Sherlocks roles his eyes. Laughing exasperately "Well that was the whole point of moving the lounge; I'm tired." but he takes Johns invitation anyway as he shuffles in besides John and snuggling himself closer to him. John nuzzles his face into Sherlocks chest inhaling his manly scent. Sherlock throws his arm protectively around John, pulling him closer. They lay like that for a while, closing their eyes and slowly drifting off into sleep.

Sherlock mumbles something into Johns ear that makes Johns body go all tense and if John wasn't so intoxicated he probably would have run a mile. But he doesn't. Because a part of him doesn't want to run away. A part if him wants to stay snuggled up with Sherlock. To be close to him. To feel his presence. That part of him wins easily and John finds himself relaxing and snuggling himself closer to Sherlock.
John doesn't know whether it's because of the influence of alcohol that makes him do it or because its something more, but John finds himself whispering a reply into Sherlocks chest,

"I love you too, Sherlock."
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(a.n.) Wow Ikr. I know its quite random but whatever. I kinda wrote this chapter with the thought that this is probably how the evening would have gone in 'The Sign Of Three' where they played their first game of Celebrity Heads if they weren't interrupted by a client (or Hudders).
This chapter was like a prologue I guess before the exciting stuff begins my original idea is to have some smut at the end (fluffy smut not hardcore kinky smut, I am not that confident) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED A CUP OF TEA!
Next chapter I'll address the elephant in the room ;)