Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

Night In

"Sherlock!" John called from their room. After a few moments without a response he sighed and made his way out to the living room. There he found his boyfriend perched on his leather chair, deep in thought. "Sherlock."

Sherlock simply hummed in recognition. "What the hell did you do to our room!" John asked, taking a deep breath to refrain from yelling.

"I couldn't find something."

"Oh, so you just threw everything out of the dresser and closet and left it on the floor?"

"Problem?" Sherlock sighed with his eyes still shut and hand steepled under his chin.

John bit his lip and counted to ten. "Please clean it up."

"Why, you aren't going to bed yet."

"My God," John exhaled. He took in the man in front of him and reminded himself how much he loved him. The shorter man sat in his chair and grasped the armrests. "I don't want to come home from the store to find that a bloody tornado ripped through our room!"

Sherlock scoffed and met his lover's pale blue eyes, "It's not that bad. I'll clean it up later. I'm busy now." With that he closed his eyes again and leaned his head against the back of the chair.

John grit his teeth, got up, and clenched and unclenched his hands. "Alright. Fine. Sure. I have to go out." John stormed across the room and yanked his jacket off the coat rack.

Sherlock didn't flinch as the door slammed shut. He thought about their argument for a moment and sighed. I might as well clean up while he's gone or he'll be furious tonight. The brunette launched himself from his seat and made his way to their room. I guess it is a bit of a mess. After 15 minutes, Sherlock had the room picked up and even made the bed. He returned to his previous sitting position after glancing out the darkened window and waited for his boyfriend to come home.

Half an hour later, John was hanging his jacket up and toeing off his shoes after his walk. He scoffed when he saw Sherlock where he had left him. "Seriously, Sherlock? I'm gone almost an hour and you haven't moved a muscle!" The curly haired man opened his eyes to take in John's appearance and shut them again. John swore under his breath and decided he might as well pick up some of the mess now so he could go to bed.

As he swung the door open, he gasped. Oh Sherlock. John made his way into the living room and stood in front of Sherlock. He pushed his boyfriend's hands from under his chin and sat in his lap.

"I'm sorry for getting mad, babe," John whispered and kissed Sherlock's pale cheek.

Sherlock finally exited his mind palace and brought his arms around the blond's waist. "I'm sorry for making a mess. I'll make it up to you."

"Hmm how are you going to do that," John smirked and moved his lips down Sherlock's long, thin neck.

"How about we go on a date," Sherlock asked with a small smile.

John chucked. "It's almost ten at night, we can't go out now."

Sherlock pulled his lover closer to his chest and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "We can have a night in. You have that film you rented and there's popcorn in the pantry."

"That sounds nice." John gave Sherlock one more kiss before pulling out of his embrace. The two popped the movie into the tv and cooked up some popcorn. They grabbed multiple blankets before laying on the couch. John pulled Sherlock in between his legs so his back could rest against John's chest. The taller man shifted closer into John and held the bowl of popcorn in his lap so John could reach it.

Throughout the movie, the couple shared popcorn and kisses while commenting on the movie. After two hours, the tv screen went black and Sherlock was almost asleep.

"I love you," John whispered into his ear.

Sherlock smiled and turned his head to kiss the blond. "I love you too. Let's go to bed now."