Toby the Yogurt Finder
"Sherlock?" John called out into the flat. When he was met with no response, he continued, "So, we've got a guest, who's going to be staying here for a few days."
The box he had picked up off of Park Street seemed to grow heavier in his arms.
"Okay." John heard Sherlock's voice from the kitchen. He must've been in the middle of an experiment, or else he wouldn't have sounded as uninterested. So John, a little relieved that he didn't have to confront Sherlock right at that moment, breathed a sigh of relief, put the box down, and opened it.
It took Sherlock two hours to notice, and whether it was due to Sherlock's intense focus on his experiment or Toby's quiet and docile behavior, John didn't know. But he didn't have to guess about Sherlock's reaction to Toby.
He had taken one look at him and said a definitive, "No," with the look of someone who was greatly vexed that they even had to voice their opinion at an idea so ludicrous.
"I know. We're not keeping him. Relax. I saw the number on
"Honestly John, it's really quite simple."
"No, Sherlock! It's not 'quite simple!'"
"Of the two human beings in this room, which one is more able to make a well-informed and intelligent decision on the difficulty of a certain task?"
"I really think there's only one human being in this room: me. But in any case I should cause I'm normal."
Sherlock scoffed. "Ugh. Boring. Now try it again."
"Sherlock, my fingers are tired. I seriously can't play anymore. My fingers are going to start bleeding and I'm going to get an infection."
"Are you insinuating something about the cleanliness of my bow?"
"Actually, maybe I am." John set the violin down on the armchair. "You've come home soaked in blood before."
"Pig's blood." Sherlock murmured.
"As if that makes it alright!" John shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "How am I supposed to know what sort of rubbish gets on your bow?" He crossed the room, desperate to get away from the world's most aggravating flatmate, and let himself fall onto the
Sweets Chapter Four - JohnlockChapter Four - How to fool your opponent
Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
Sweets Chapter Three - JohnlockChapter Three - A game willing to play
A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kissed a few people, back in his college days, but he had always felt disgusted by their saliva mingling with his own.
John was different, his exception. Sherlock had found himself touching John whenever he could without being too obvious. John had been more observant than he usually was, catching Sherlock staring at him out of the corner of his e
Sweets Chapter Five - JohnlockChapter Five - Let's call it a tie
Sherlock gasped in surprise at John's unexpected reaction. The consulting detective knew that John had liked, no had found the kiss arousing. Not only because of the delicious noises he had made, but also because of his dilated pupils. John slid his tongue over Sherlock's teeth, trying to get the candy back. Sherlock moved his hand from John's cheek to his shoulder in order to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out under him. His heart raced at a rapid speed and he couldn't think clearly anymore, partly because of the lack of oxygen and partly because of his proximity to John.
The other mans tongue skimmed over his and Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth further. John pulled away slowly, leaving Sherlock panting and gasping for breath. A satisfied smirk appeared on Johns wet lips. Sherlock hadn't noticed in the passion of their kiss, that his doctor had taken his candy back.
"Let's call it a tie" Sherlock nodded weakly bef
Sweets Chapter Two - JohnlockThe game is afoot
John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
Sherlock : Part-Time Job"What the..." Sherlock opened his eyes widely. He looked into the black taxi wondering if he waswithout knowinghigh. But maybe John was right and he should sleep during cases. Because he could not be healthy and/or clean if he was seeing Jim Moriarty as a taxi driver.
"What?!" Moriarty snapped. "Haven't you ever seen a man with a part-time job?!"
Sherlock was still silent, wondering if he should take another cab. He was meant to meet John at Angelo's. Or maybe he should just call Lestrade? Mycroft? No, nothing is ever worth calling Mycroft. Arrest Moriarty himself?
"Come on, sweetie. You have nothing on me. I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just driving a cab. I'm a cabbie, cabbies don't harm people," he said as smiled like a little girl found in family photos.
"Seriously? Are you a good man to tell me that cabbies do not harm their passengers?" Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.
"Look. I'm not going to kill you. Nor any of my clients. They are paying me for driving them
Sweets Extra 2 - JohnlockAnticipating the retaliation
After what had happened at the crime scene, John was mad at Sherlock and wouldn't stop ranting about it the whole cab ride home. The cabbie had glanced back through the mirror a few times, obviously feeling uneasy with them almost yelling at each other, but John hadn't really cared. They had kissed in public and now everyone was certain that John was gay. At least they had only assumed so before that particular scene Scotland Yard had the pleasure to live by.
Well, John obviously was not gay. The only thing he was, was insane. That was the only explanation for him falling in love with a high functioning sociopath. He had to be completely and utterly out of his mind to have let something like that happen.
John leaned back in his favorite armchair and sighed. It was no use to cry over spilled milk. Best to just drink a nice cuppa and simply accept it. He checked the time. Still half an hour left until he was going to meet with She