Little things (1/1)
Title: Little things
Author: _sofiej_
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Summary: John's number one favourite ‘little thing’ in the world was opening a brand new jar of jam and sticking his knife in the previously untouched, sticky deliciousness
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Word Count: 645
People always said that it’s the little things that made life bearable, or made it nice even. John agreed with this statement. For example: it wasn’t necessarily the solving of crimes and putting away the bad guys that made him happy. No, it was the little things that came along with it that put a smile on his face. It was the way Sherlock smiled when he discovered something important, something other people couldn’t see, that made John happy.
Other little things like these was mostly very random stuff which had nothing to do with crime solving, such as crawling into bed when he just changed the sheets - especially when they were still a little bit warm - or watching Sherlock while he slept. But his number one favourite ‘little thing’ in the world was opening a brand new jar of jam and sticking his knife in the previously untouched, sticky deliciousness. He considered the moment that his knife touched the jam as something magical. Unfortunately for John this was something he couldn’t do every day (or maybe not so unfortunately, John considered, because if you could do it each day, the magic would probably disappear and the action would just be another dull, everyday thing instead of a little thing).
Today was a special day. A brand new jar of jam was waiting for John in the kitchen. He had picked it up from the grocery store the day before because he had eaten the last of the jam that morning.
When John woke up, the jam was the first thing on his mind, but he quickly pushed the though away. He was going to take things slowly. Sherlock was still asleep, and probably would be for at least another hour since they didn’t have a case they were working on. So John could take a nice, long shower before breakfast. He’d wait for Sherlock to wake up, just like every day, so they could have breakfast together. No need to rush things, John thought. The jam would still be there later.
John enjoyed his hot shower and dried himself with a fluffy blue towel. He got dressed, combed his hair, but didn’t brush his teeth yet. He would do that after he’d had breakfast with Sherlock.
Sherlock had just stepped out of their bedroom when John left the bathroom.
“Good morning,” John said with a smile, his hand brushing against Sherlock’s.
Sherlock yawned. “Yeah, morning,” he replied, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “You look happy today.”
“Just in a good mood,” John answered and opened the fridge. There it was, his brand new jar of raspberry jam. He wrapped his fingers around the jar and gently picked it up. The moment of magic was nearing. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, turning around to look at Sherlock.
“I’ll have jam,” Sherlock replied as he sat down at the kitchen table -which was exceptionally clean for once. “And tea.”
Normally John would tell Sherlock to at least put the bread on the table or to prepare the tea himself, but he was in too good a mood to be bothered by Sherlock’s laziness. He put the jar on the table and quickly retrieved a loaf of bread from the cupboard. Then he put the kettle on and sat down. He reached out for the jam, but Sherlock beat him to it.
Sherlock unscrewed the lid of the jar and was about to scoop up a bit of jam, but he stopped before his knife touched it. “Here,” he said, offering the jar to John. “You always light up like a Christmas tree when you dip your knife into a fresh jar of jam.” He fixed his eyes on John’s face when he took the jar.
“This is why I love you.” John grinned and dipped his knife into the jam.
Author: _sofiej_
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Summary: John's number one favourite ‘little thing’ in the world was opening a brand new jar of jam and sticking his knife in the previously untouched, sticky deliciousness
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Word Count: 645
People always said that it’s the little things that made life bearable, or made it nice even. John agreed with this statement. For example: it wasn’t necessarily the solving of crimes and putting away the bad guys that made him happy. No, it was the little things that came along with it that put a smile on his face. It was the way Sherlock smiled when he discovered something important, something other people couldn’t see, that made John happy.
Other little things like these was mostly very random stuff which had nothing to do with crime solving, such as crawling into bed when he just changed the sheets - especially when they were still a little bit warm - or watching Sherlock while he slept. But his number one favourite ‘little thing’ in the world was opening a brand new jar of jam and sticking his knife in the previously untouched, sticky deliciousness. He considered the moment that his knife touched the jam as something magical. Unfortunately for John this was something he couldn’t do every day (or maybe not so unfortunately, John considered, because if you could do it each day, the magic would probably disappear and the action would just be another dull, everyday thing instead of a little thing).
Today was a special day. A brand new jar of jam was waiting for John in the kitchen. He had picked it up from the grocery store the day before because he had eaten the last of the jam that morning.
When John woke up, the jam was the first thing on his mind, but he quickly pushed the though away. He was going to take things slowly. Sherlock was still asleep, and probably would be for at least another hour since they didn’t have a case they were working on. So John could take a nice, long shower before breakfast. He’d wait for Sherlock to wake up, just like every day, so they could have breakfast together. No need to rush things, John thought. The jam would still be there later.
John enjoyed his hot shower and dried himself with a fluffy blue towel. He got dressed, combed his hair, but didn’t brush his teeth yet. He would do that after he’d had breakfast with Sherlock.
Sherlock had just stepped out of their bedroom when John left the bathroom.
“Good morning,” John said with a smile, his hand brushing against Sherlock’s.
Sherlock yawned. “Yeah, morning,” he replied, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “You look happy today.”
“Just in a good mood,” John answered and opened the fridge. There it was, his brand new jar of raspberry jam. He wrapped his fingers around the jar and gently picked it up. The moment of magic was nearing. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, turning around to look at Sherlock.
“I’ll have jam,” Sherlock replied as he sat down at the kitchen table -which was exceptionally clean for once. “And tea.”
Normally John would tell Sherlock to at least put the bread on the table or to prepare the tea himself, but he was in too good a mood to be bothered by Sherlock’s laziness. He put the jar on the table and quickly retrieved a loaf of bread from the cupboard. Then he put the kettle on and sat down. He reached out for the jam, but Sherlock beat him to it.
Sherlock unscrewed the lid of the jar and was about to scoop up a bit of jam, but he stopped before his knife touched it. “Here,” he said, offering the jar to John. “You always light up like a Christmas tree when you dip your knife into a fresh jar of jam.” He fixed his eyes on John’s face when he took the jar.
“This is why I love you.” John grinned and dipped his knife into the jam.