Johnlock One-shots

319.A Bit Not Good

orangejuicequeen gave the prompt, I only made it a story.
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“I don't understand,” Sherlock said, glancing around at the people watching him. “Why would he do that? Try to get to his wife while the house was burning? That's a ridiculous move. The house was burning! The walls were crumbling, and it was full of smoke.” Sherlock crossed his arms. “Stupid idea. The arsonist just ended up killing two people. At least the kids were clever enough to not go back.”

Everyone else was quiet, staring at him. He looked around. John was sitting on Sherlock's chair, looking up at him.

“Was that not good?” He asked.

“A bit not good, Love, yeah…” John looked back to his laptop. Sherlock nodded, still not getting it.

“Oh, I wonder why he would go and try to save the love of his life in a house fire. A real mystery!” Anderson said.

“Anderson, shut up. Your comments lack so much, that I think a dog could give more attributing information than you.” He waved him off, turning back to John. “John, did you just--”

“Alright, I think it's time for them to go.” John pulled his legs up and hid his face in the computer screen.

Everyone walked out. Sherlock was left standing there, staring at John. “What? You decided your chair is too big for you?” He asked.

“No, Sherlock, I noticed my chair is to big for me. I didn't want to look small while everyone was here.”

“Calling your best friend 'Love’ really helped with that, huh, John?”

John didn't look away from his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Sherlock bent down beside John, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You're very small, John.”

“I'm not small. We went over this.”

“That you're under the average height?”

“I'm five seven, Sherlock,” John groaned. “I'm not small!”

“To me, you are.”

John sighed loudly. Sherlock smiled and kissed his cheek again, setting a hand on his thigh.

“What are you doing?” John asked, glancing at Sherlock.

“Well, you're on my chair. I like to believe that I can do whatever to anything on my chair.”

John rolled his eyes, trying to focus on his blog. Sherlock slid his hand down to John's inner thigh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips. “Oh, John, you're so straight.” He whispered.

“What? I'm not doing anything to you. I'm not gay.”

“But you're not making me move, either. And you want this. I can read it on you. You like this.”

John rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Sherlock…”

Sherlock moved in and kissed John's lips. John flinched, surprised. After a moment, his widened eyes closed, and he leant in, setting his hands on Sherlock's chest.

The consulting detective smiled, kissing John's lips a few more times. John kissed him back all those times, and they were leaning into each other and passionately making out within five minutes.

“This, Love, this is good.” John whispered.

“Oh, I'm finally doing the right things.” Sherlock grinned. John nodded.