prompting part XXIII
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"Sorry, but could you put something on?"
Sherlock looked at him. "I could," he said archly. John could tell, he was bored enough to make this into the kind of bickering argument that could last the whole day. "Why does it bother you?"
"It doesn't bother me. It's just... weird. And it's February and the flat is kind of draughty, so I thought..."
"I don't feel a draught," Sherlock interrupted him.
"Yeah well, you would be the first one to notice," John bit out. They were silent for a while, then John decided that couldn't let Sherlock bait him if he wanted him to wear any clothes at some point today.
"So," he said. "You often sleep naked?"
"Yes." Sherlock folded the paper and put it back on the table, apparently happy to have John's attention again. John held his gaze firmly at Sherlock's face. "I find it more comfortable."
He leaned back until his chair was balancing on two legs and John could see everything. "If you can't be naked in your own bed at night, when can you?"
"Right," John said and went back to staring at the article. He couldn't recall what it was about at the moment, but he would. Any second now.
"I'm making you uncomfortable," Sherlock observed. John rolled his eyes. The man was a bloody genius, you couldn't deny it.
"Your nakedness in out kitchen is making me uncomfortable," John specified.
"Ah," Sherlock made. It was the all-knowing sound he always made when he didn't have a clue what John's problem was.
"I don't know where to look," he explained.
"Ah," Sherlock made again. "Because you're usually looking at me, but now you think it's inappropriate, because I-"
"I'm not usually-" John faltered. "The kitchen, Sherlock!"
Now the bastard just smirked. "I didn't realise there was a dress code."
"Yes, there is. Pants, Sherlock. Minimal requirement for sitting in the kitchen."
The smirk got broader. "Is it a safety precaution?"
"Yes, it bloody well is. It's so your flatmate doesn't scald vital parts of your anatomy with hot tea!"
Sherlock looked delighted at getting a rise out of John.
John gave it up as a lost cause and fled to his room with his tea and half the paper.
"You don't have to get flustered, John," Sherlock shouted after him, "if I'd mind you seeing anything, I would have-"
The rest was lost as John slammed his door shut.
That was the day John swore to himself never again to comment on Sherlock's nakedness, a decision that in later years would save his life on more than one occasion.
But that is another story.
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Author, wonderful fill, it cheeredme up in all the right ways ♥ :D
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This is delicious, hilarious, and several other -ouses (ousi?) I can't think of right now. Love it.
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"Ah," Sherlock made again. "Because you're usually looking at me, but now you think it's inappropriate, because I-"
"I'm not usually-" John faltered. "The kitchen, Sherlock!"
That's just... perfect Sherlock and John voices. Bwahaha. Thank you very much for the giggles!
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