Sherlock one shots

Tea

Sherlock's POV

As I walked out of my bedroom, I was greeted by the smell of tea. I see John sat in his chair scrolling through his computer looking for any cases that have been reported over night, he looked confused at some, and laughed at others. It's good to see him laugh after Mary, after all, it is what it is. The apartment is silent apart from the sound of John slurping his tea and Mrs Hudson vacuuming downstairs. As the kettle finishes boiling, I poor it into my mug ensuring I have the perfect amount, I remove the tea bag and add the milk, remembering the time I dropped an eyeball in my tea, didn't taste to bad but it was the moment John told me I was his best friend. Utter shock took over me. As I'm remembering this, I let a chuckle pass my lips without knowing it. This startled John as he drops his tea all over his laptop and himself. "John! John, are you alright ?"I ask worried and guilty, after all it was my fault. "I just spilled hot tea all over me and now my laptop is broken, how do you think I'm feeling Sherlock !?" He said raising his voice towards the end of his question. "I'm sorry. Let me help." I say but I just get pushed back. "Don't, I'll do it just put the kettle back on." He sighed whilst standing back up. But as he stood, we gained eye contact, and it maintained, nether of us looked away. I'll never forget how beautiful his eyes are. Without knowing it, we both lean in, getting closer and closer until the door bursts open. "I'VE GOT A GOOD ONE AND IT NEEDS TO BE SOLVED FAST!" Lestrade exclaims bursting through the door making John and I jump away from each other fast. Time passes as George ? I think, explains his case, boring as ever but this time I don't Interrupt, I think John is close to solving it, his thinking face is so cute. I take a moment to admire what he's wearing, a grey shirt and jeans, he's not trying but dayum. But as I'm admiring him I notice he's doing the same to me, I'm wearing my purple shirt and work trousers, his favourite shirt of mine, exactly why I wore it and the only reason why I do. We both suddenly realise that Geoff ? Is it, oh I don't know, but anyway, we realise he's finished talking and at this point I normally yell the answer and push him out the door, as I go to, John takes my place and goes straight for it. I can't see my faces right now but I'm pretty sure I look astonished. He sits back on his chair and and the staring continues, no awkward silences, no nothing but another distraction, Mrs Hudson, urgh. I just want to look at this handsome man, my handsome man. Is that too much too ask for ?