Spilt Tea -John

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"YN, are you feeling any better?" John asks me as he walks into the front room. "A little, but I'm freezing and there is nothing I can do about it." I pull my blanket closer around me as my body is racked with chills.

"Here, I can help with that," John site down next to me, pulling my body towards his. The heat from his body warms me up a bit, but I still feel frozen as ice.

"John" I groan as I pull away from his warmth. "Hey, Hey, where are you going?" He whines, "I don't want to get you sick, I'd feel bad." I say as I start to lay my head down on the opposite side of the couch, "oh no you don't John says as he pulls me back into the comfort of his arms.

It's okay... besides, if I got sick, I would get to be sick with you." He says with a laugh "If you say so." I reply, snuggling into into his chest.

I'm about to fall asleep when a knock startles me back into reality, and a small squeak escapes my lips. " That was cute." John whispers in my ear before yelling for the person at the door to come in.

Mrs. Hudson Pushes the door open and walks into the room with a trey of tea, the teas is fresh, I can see the steam still radiating off of the cups.

"I thought I could do something to make Miss YN, feel better, but looks like you've already taken care of that." Mrs. Hudson says with a smile. "Would you like some tea dearies?" She asks us, John shake his head as I nod mine.

"Alright here you go YN," Mrs. Hudson pauses and leans over to John's ear, "Darling, your going to get yourself sick." She says. "Thats what I said" I say taking a sip of tea. "Your a good boyfriend John" Mrs. Hudson says before leaving.

"Hmmmm, I love you" I hum John replies by planting a kiss on my forehead "and I love you." He says "Now get some sleep, you need it"

"Okay," I say as I drift off to sleep.

Not long after I fall asleep, I am awoken by John yelling "MY JEWELS ARE ON FIRE!!!" He shouts as he leaps from the couch and rushes into the kitchen. My head flops down onto the couch where John used to be sitting. As soon as my head hits the cushion I pull it back up after discovering it to be wet.

I sit all the way up and stare into my empty tea cup trying to figure out why John ran out of the room screaming. Wait... I didn't drink all of this... where did it all go? I think to myself, suddenly I put two and two together.

" Oh My Gosh! John Are you Okay?!" I yell as I run into the next kitchen to find John lowering himself down into the wet sink, pants still on. He switches on the faucet, his head drops behind his shoulders and a sigh of relief leaves his mouth.

By this time Sherlock has run out of his room and Mrs. Hudson up the stairs with a fore extinguisher.

"What on earth is going on?!" Sherlock shouts "I spilt my tea" I say with a giggle as I realize the ridiculousness of the situation. Sherlock looks back and fourth between me and John before bursting out into laughter.

"No!... Sherlock, This Isn't Funny!" John shouts as he points a finger at his flat mate.

After Sherlock gets over his fit of laughter he takes noticing to Mrs. Hudson, " Why do you have a fire extinguisher?" Sherlock asks. "Oh, I heard John scream  fire so naturally... you know" Mrs. Hudson says.

"Of Course I Yelled Fire! My Crotch Was Being Burned By your Volcano Tea!" John shouts, which causes another bout of laughter to come over the small group.

I wrap my around John's shoulder "I'm sorry I spilt my tea on you... I love you" I say giving him a kiss on the cheek, "It's okay... I love you too"

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