One shots (johnlock fluff mostly)

Under starlight

envelopedwriting  for the writing prompt

"Bored!" Sherlock called, swiftly standing up from his laying position on the sofa and pulling a revolver from his pajama waist band.

"Ah ah ah!" John told him standing quickly in front of Sherlock and taking the revolver from his hands and removing the bullets into his hand and then putting them on the coffee table, "you are not shooting the walls!" John told him sternly.

Sherlock groaned and flopped into his chair with an exasperated sigh, flailing his arms out to the sides showing his full wing span.

"Look, what would you like to do?" John asked, slowly walking to stand in front of Sherlock, Sherlock looked up at John slowly meeting his gaze.

"Enlighten me, Doctor Watson" Sherlock said with a smirk, closing his eyes and leaning back into his chair.

"Oh I dunno, we could go for a walk?" John suggested expecting the detective to wave off his idea with a simple flick of the wrist.

Sherlock looked up at him again, then out the window, the sun blaring through in rays that penetrated the darkness in the corners of the flat. Sherlock stood and walked to fetch his coat, slipping one arm through and then moving onto the next.

"You can't wear your pajamas!" John chuckled as Sherlock tried pulling his leather shoes on with his pajamas, socks completely forgotten.

"Why ever not?" Sherlock asked genuinely confused and looking down at his slim figure wearing a loose grey t-shirt and blue striped pajama bottoms.

"People might talk" john warned him.

"Oh, people do little else" Sherlock said with a sigh collapsing back onto he sofa, yet again public opinion making him constantly have to change who he really was.

John studied his friend, he didn't honestly mind Sherlock in his pajamas if it meant he was happy. "C'mon" John said his voice cheery with a smile across his lips. He gently grabbed Sherlocks coat covered sleeve and pulled him up, taking him back over to the stairs banister, unhooking Sherlocks scarf and swinging it over Sherlocks neck and looping it through itself.

"I thought I had to change--" Sherlock muttered clearly confused, John just laughed, gently taking the detectives hand and guiding him down the steps and into the sunlight once outside the door.

"Arghh! It's bright! John I can't see!" Sherlock said shielding his face from the light produced by the sun that illuminated the usual grey sky into a gentle pastel blue, still mingling with the pollution of London air.

"It's light, it's not going to hurt you!" John laughed, "are you not telling me something Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked at him, confusion written across his face, his brows furrowed. "Like w-what?" Sherlock asked slightly scared John may have noticed.

"Your a vampire aren't you?" John asked bursting into giggles at the strange look on Sherlocks face.
"Oh c'mon, let's get going"

Sherlock obliged and stood in step next to John, who walked with his arms swinging in his soldier like way, Sherlock couldn't help but stare. He felt a blush creep up his neck and face when John caught him staring.

"What Sherlock?" John asked, noticing the slight pink tinge creeping along Sherlocks pale nose. John smiled at his companion who looked at the floor slightly. John couldn't help but wander if he was experiencing the same feelings that John was suffering from. John doubted it.

They continued to walk and John caught Sherlock staring a couple more times and noticed the blush deepen each time. John smiled to himself.

"Really Sherlock? What?" John said his voice pretending to be annoyed but smiling anyway.