Tickle Book

Bestfriends

John and Sherlock were just laying on the bed on a cold afternoon, John snuggled in blankets with Sherlock in none.

"Are you sure you don't want any blankets? Its freezing in here!" John offered.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, though." Sherlock said, giving John a quick smile before returning to his laptop.

"Sherlock?"

"Mm?"

"I'm bored."

"What do you propose I could do about it?"

"I don't know."

"Then why tell me?"

"Don't be a smartass with me!" John huffed.

"I'll be whatever I please." Sherlock returned as he booped John on the nose.

"Pay attention to meeeee!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Final warning."

...

"Please?"

"Oh, for the love of-!" Sherlock let out, rolling over and ripping the blankets off of John and onto the floor. John shivered.

"Hey! Now I'm cold!" He whined.

"Well then, allow me to warm you up!" Sherlock said as he tackled John backwards onto the pillows, pinning his arms above his head with one hand.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John asked, a slight crisp of fear and curiosity in his words.

"I'm paying attention to you!" Sherlock replied with a happy smile as he straddled John's waist.

"If you're doing what I think you're doing, I swear to god..." John trailed off.

"Oh, I don't think it's what you think." Sherlock said, pitching John a wink before running the tips of his fingers softly along John's exposed waistline.

John gasped at Sherlock's cold fingers against his skin. He would've tried to hold back his laughter, but he figured there was no point. It's Sherlock we're talking about here.

"Nahaha! Dohohohon't!" John giggled.

"Wow, you're so ticklish! I'm barely even touching you yet!" Sherlock teased.

Sherlock was right. John had always been incredibly ticklish. This never worked out well for him, but it did for Harry. He couldn't say he didn't like it, though. Especially with Sherlock.

"AHH! Nahahahahhaha!" John giggled louder as Sherlock focused on his belly.

"I'm sorry John, but this is just adorable!"

"Plehehease! Ihit- ihihihit tihihickles!" John begged. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Really? I couldn't tell. Maybe this will help clear thing up for me." Said Sherlock as he slipped a finger into John's belly button. John kicked his legs as he laughed harder.

"NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!" He let out, returning to normal giggles as Sherlock went to focusing on his ribs.

"Ah, yes. That certainly helped." He teased.

"Pihihihiss ohohohohoff!" John cursed.

"Oh, you bloody-!" Sherlock let out just before vibrating his thumbs into John's hollows. He also took the opportunity to bury his face in the crook of John's neck.

"NAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHO MUHUCH!" John squealed.

"I wouldn't think so." Sherlock whispered into John's neck.

"SH-SHER-! CAHAHAN'T BREHEATHE!" John let out.

"Oh, fine." Sherlock relented, sitting up.

"Y-you're horrible.." John panted.

"Ah, well. I try." Sherlock chuckled.

"Let me u-up now!" John ordered.

"Not with that tone!" Sherlock responded, reaching his hand backwards. John paused.

"Sh-Sherlock, no."

"1..."

"Oh, don't start the bloody counting!"

"2..."

"Sherlock!"

"3..."

"Sherlock!"

"4..."

"No!"

There was a long silence. John had both of his eyes squeezed shut, his face buried as far in Sherlock's leg as he could get it. Sherlock gave a small grin as his hand fell on John's thigh and began squeezing it rapidly.

"5!" John practically screamed.
"NOSHERLOCKGETYOURBLOODYHANDS- NAHAHAHAHHAHA!" John let out.

"That was some great English.." John's captor teased.

"PLEHEHEASE! HAHAVE MEHEHERCY!" John begged as tears streamed down his face.

"Mm... I don't know.."

"PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Am I your best friend?"

"YEHEHEHHEHES!"

"Is it gonna stay that was forever?"

"OHOF BLOHOODY COHOHOURSE!"

"Alright, fine. I'm not a doctor like you, but your face shouldn't be that same shade of that Ms. Hudson's lipstick." Sherlock teased with a giggle as he let up.

John panted heavily as excess giggles escaped his lips.

"That was very sweet of you, John."

"W-what?" John panted with a confused look on his face.

"What you just said about me." Sherlock responded, wiping a tear from John's cheek and a piece of hair from his forehead.

"W-well, I meant i-it." John promised.

"Y'know, I could never figure out why you hate your laugh so much."

"Mm."

"I love it."

"I know, Sherlock."

"I might want to hear it more.." Sherlock said in a teasing tone, raising his hand above John's stomach. John's eyes went huge as he tried desperately to get away with a huge grin decorating his face.

"No! No more tickles! Please, Sherlock! No more tickles!" John begged in a high pitched voice. Sherlock giggled and let go of John as he laid down next to him on the bed.

"Don't worry. No more tickles." He promised the blonde headed doctor. There were a few moments of silence before John broke it in half.

"Sherlock?"

"Mm?"

"Are we best friends?"

Before John could even think, Sherlock had pulled him forward into a tight embrace.

"I love you, Sherlock Holmes."