❤️Johnlock smut❤️

Bored

Sherlock was sitting on the oh so famous couch just... thinking as usual, John typing away on his blog boasting on about how Sherlock solved yet another "perplexing" case that they had solved two days prior.

The answer to the crime was rather simple, it was the "lovely, beautiful and caring" adopted daughter, even Anderson could have figured it out.

Well... maybe not, the stupid idiot couldn't find a screaming baby elephant sitting on his head if it meant a life or death situation.

  "JOHN HAMEISH WATSON I SHERLOCK HOLMES AM UNBELIEVABLY BORED!" Sherlock yelled in an annoyed tone at the top of his lungs. John jumped

"Christ Sherlock you scared the bloody hell out of me!" 

"John, fear is nothing but wisdom in the face of danger, it's nothing to be ashamed of, it is just your amygdala releasing a chemical called glutamate into two other places in your brain and the second signal is sent to the hypothalamus which triggers our automatic nervous system responsible for our fight or flight response."

"Hm yes."

"I'm still bored." Sherlock said in a monotone voice finished with his educational rant.

"Well, what do you want to do? We can go out for dinner or go to a festival." John gave ideas.

"Yes. Let's go to the Winter festival together." The mysterious man said blankly not even glancing at the doctor.

"Um. Like a date?" John asked nervously (kind of like the first time the two met ;))

"If a date counts as two friends going on rides and stuff together to have fun and escape boredom, then yes." Sherlock said like it was the most obvious thing on the face of the planet.

"Well then you better go on and get dressed and out of your pj's because I am not going with the world famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, dressed in only a silk robe and pants, and cotton t-shirt." John said jokingly.

"Hm yes I suppose you are right for once. I'll go change and you be ready and by the door." Sherlock told his John who immediately turned off the laptop and grabbed his coat and put on his shoes and right as he did that, his speedy detective was hot on his tail.

"Ready?" John asked politely.

"Obviously." Sherlock replied smirking.

John only smiled back and thought to himself "that's my Sherlock..."

:Sorry this chapter is short and shitty. We'll get into the smut soon. Anyway hope you enjoyed this even though they got no ass or head. That's fine it's coming soon ;) :

~Adam