Johnlock Oneshots

Sherlock and John Fluff

     "No, no, you don't hold the bow like that!"
     "Sorry Sherlock, I'm trying..." John fumbles with the bow, trying to mimic Sherlock. His sweaty palms make it hard to grasp the bow. Sherlock rolls his eyes and puts a hand over his face. One more screwup and he will lose his mind. Still, he plays around with the bow.
     "Here-" Sherlock stands and walks to John. He takes John's fingers, which makes John turn red, and puts them in the correct position, with thumb under the bow and pinky resting on top. John's face quivers as he looks straight up to Sherlock.
     "Thank you." Sherlock just smiles and instantly jumps away from the awkward eye contact.
     "Uh, D major scale, half notes,  John? You think you can play it?" John nods and places each finger, being sure to curl his knuckles and drop his wrist. He comes back down the scale successfully.
     "Well done." Sherlock encourages. He stops and thinks for a moment, deciding what the next mini-lesson should cover.
     "Why don't we learn how to slur? Slurring is a beautiful sound that combines two notes in one bowing..." Sherlock trails off as he shows John how to slur. After seeing a few times, John jumps right on and slurs perfectly.
     "Excellent. I can teach you more tomorrow if you'd like. I'm freezing, I think I'll go lie on the couch." Sherlock leaves John at the music stand.
     Sherlock is sprawled out on the couch, humming a tune and lost in thought. His eyes are closed. John too is cold and grabs a blanket. He decides that the recliner wasn't good enough, so he sits on Sherlock's lap. Sherlock notices, but doesn't seem to care, in fact, he gives John a faint smile. John blogs while sitting on top of Sherlock, which surprisingly doesn't bother Sherlock's thoughts. After a few hours of blogging, John takes his laptop and sets it on the floor. He sprawls out on top of Sherlock and his mountain of blankets. Both daze in and out, between awake and asleep.
     " Hey Sherlock?"
     " Yes, John?" Sherlock mumbles.
     " Are you...naked?"
     "Why yes John, I am. Thank you for noticing." Sherlock says openly. John looks down, unsatisfied with Sherlock, but continues to lay on top of him anyways.
     "Good evening, brother-" Mycroft started. After hearing the door and Mycroft, John jumped up and stumbled backwards off the couch, pulling the blankets with him. Sherlock, half asleep, sits straight up.
     "Who took my blankets!" He shouts extremely loud. John lowers his head. Sherlock looked into the doorway.
     "Oh, hello Mycroft..." Sherlock rubs his eyes and yawns.
     " Dear brother, are you... naked?!" Mycroft asks.
     "Why yes Mycroft, I am. Thank you for noticing." John feverishly looks at Mycroft from the floor, hoping he won't have a question about what he witnessed when he first walked in.
     " Well, I will come by later, it seems you two were busy." From the floor he looks down at John and subtly nods and smiles. John turns red with embarrassment, but returns a nice gesture back to Mycroft. As soon as Mycroft leaves, John hops right back up to sit with Sherlock.