It was Thursday midday, John was doing administrate work on his laptop with a tea standing beside him, sun light shining inside the room, on his face, what he enjoyed. Sherlock was standing in the kitchen working on an experiment. He looked over at John, who was looking at his laptop screen with his full attention. Sherlock smiled warmly and then, a wicked grin came across his lips. He needed a lock of hair, and he decided to use John's. Since he used his own curly hair for years, it became dull. Time for a change, he thought and strolled quietly towards John.

Doctor Watson didn't hear Sherlock walking behind him, suddenly he jolted upright when Sherlock pulled out some of his hair.

"Sherlock! For god's sake," He snapped, turning to look towards an innocent faced Sherlock. Who was scanning the lock of hair, deciding he had enough or not. Lucky for John he had enough.

"Needed a lock of your hair." He said timidly, informing john why he took his hair.

"You could have asked?" John scowled, clearly annoyed by this. He was frustrated because a colleague made a lot of mistakes in the files and also. Some information from his patients were lost.

"You want it back?" Sherlock mumbled, noticing John's mood.

"No, you dick." He said fiercely and turned his attention back on his laptop, relieved that it didn't fall on the ground, what would be a disaster. Sherlock just nodded and walked to his experiment and pouted, thinking as he was glancing at John's face.

"John are you mad?" He asked quietly.

"What?" John said absently, eyes locked on the screen.

"Never mind." Sherlock mumbled, putting John's hair in a red-coloured bowl. John looked over his shoulder, noticing Sherlock's behaviour. He frowned, not knowing why Sherlock's mood changed this fast. When he found out the reasoning. He stood up, strolling into the kitchen and drooped his arm around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock completely ignored it, muttering to himself.

"Sherlock, it is fine. You can have all my hair if you want, I'm not mad. I'm just working very hard right now, and you tugging at my hair doesn't really help to fill in the documents." He said with a soothing voice, caressing the side of Sherlock's body in reassuring. John could see Sherlock's cheeks become pink. Sherlock nodded stiffly, pouring milk inside the bowl what caused John to frown at it.

"My hair is getting a milk bath?" He questioned, with a tiny laugh. John sighed as Sherlock remained frozen in place. He placed his hand on Sherlock's cheek, turning his face so he met John's soft hazel eyes. John inched closer and closer, a blush crept up his cheeks. "You are stubborn." John pointed out. Sherlock pursed his lips together, frowning.

"You're little." He said as he stared deeply in John's eyes.

"You have a problem with that?" He said, standing on his tip-toes so his face was closer to Sherlock's, wrapping his hands around Sherlock's neck, pulling him lower.

"No. I love how you try to reach my lips." Sherlock said jokingly, trailing his index finger across John's lip. John automatically parted his lips as they both were looking deep into each other's eyes. John's eyes flickered towards Sherlock's lips. Sherlock rolled his eyes and then, their lips crashed together. Sherlock's hands wrapped around John's waist, deepening the kiss.

"Play a song for me." John said breathlessly, slowly pulling away from Sherlock's lips. Sherlock frowned in annoyance.

"Actually, I prefer kissing you." Sherlock said quickly and slammed his lips back on John's. He chuckled through the kiss and pushed Sherlock slightly away.

"Sherlock, later okay."

"Later?" He replied, eyes widening.

"Go play a song for me, Mr. Holmes." John pushed him away playfully and flopped down in his armchair, grabbing his laptop and laid it on his lap. "I work better with a handsome man in costume, playing a calm melody for me." He pointed out, opening the lid from the laptop.

"Very well." Sherlock said, walking over to his violin case, putting the violin on his shoulder and started with a deep, slow chord. It had been a while since he played the violin. He used to play every day. He had forgotten the pleasure of it. He closed his eyes while playing, not knowing how much he was impressing John. Sherlock looked so peaceful. Not only the music he was making was beautiful, but the movement of his hands was also very graceful.

"Magnificent" was all John could manage after Sherlock had finished.

"You think so? I've made this after Redbeard died. Mycroft told me it was childish."

"How typical." John smiled slightly, but as soon as he did, he took note of the vibration coming from Sherlock's pocket.

"He's Mycroft..." Sherlock embraced his sitting boyfriend from behind, his arms around John's neck, chin resting on his shoulder. His phone vibrated again, but he ignored.

"Your phone." John said as he lifted his head from the embrace to look Sherlock in the eyes. "Phone is jealous on the attention you are giving me." He added, chuckling, cheeks flushed.

"Hush... I do not care about that silly phone..." He spoke before he bend down for a kiss. "You are so special John Watson." He said and kissed John again, gently. John froze a little bit, nobody called him special. Well, Mary used to say this all the time, but she didn't mean it though.

"You... truly believe that?" John muttered.

"Yes, and I will prove it to you." Sherlock moved the kisses to John's neck. "You, John Watson. Saved me."

"You..." John stopped, biting on his bottom lip as Sherlock bite in his skin.

"Dear, dear John..." Sherlock spoke as arousal began to take him over, and he could see that John felt the same, "I can't begin to describe what a captivating man you are."

"Even if I look silly?"

"You are far from that." Sherlock chuckled as he teased John with inner thigh caresses. "The only silly thing here is that you think of yourself as such." He said, slowly making his way in front of John, sitting on his lap, feeling John's bulge. John quietly moaned, loudly enough for Sherlock to hear, what caused him to chuckle. This time, it was John's phone that needed attention.

"Those jealous machines." John sighed. Sherlock chuckled and leapt out of John's lap, kissing John hastily and took John's phone and he then tugged his phone out of his pocket, deciding to put the phones together so that they stop being 'jealous'. John rolled his eyes as he saw what Sherlock was doing.

"You're joking." He laughed, waiting on Sherlock to jump on him and drag him to bed. But the thoughts immediately dropped as Sherlock was standing motionless at the table, his phone in his hands, obviously he received bad news on his phone. "Sherlock?"

"Who's Jim Mortiarty?" He asked sternly.