They sat quietly in their flat. John was reading and Sherlock was staring at the wall, thinking. Quiet violin music could be heard throughout the flat and scraping porcelain as they drank their tea. John looked up at the man in front of him. Admiring his beauty. He followed the outline of his forehead, down his nose and to his lips. They looked so kissable. When Sherlock concentrated he pouted slightly which made him look like an angry kitten. John trailed his eyes down the rest of his body, he was sitting curled up into a ball. It was still a mystery how he could fit his whole body in that small armchair. I wonder what he's thinking of? "So.. what are you thinking?" Sherlock didn't advert his gaze from the wall. "How I'm going to take over the world." John wasn't shocked though, world domination was a normal topic around the flat. "Really? And how's it going?" Sherlock thought for a moment before answering. "Hm... so far I only need Mycroft to support me but not even I have the imagination to do that." He finally broke his gaze to look at John. They shared a laugh and kept their eyes locked at each other. After a while of staring they went back to their shared silence.
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