Johnlock OneShots

Domestics

(A/N Decided to give you guys some happy little fluff!)

JOHN POV

     "God Sherlock! Get out of the shopping cart, were in PUBLIC! This is ridiculous!" John whispered yelled not wanting to attract anymore attention from strangers than the amount Sherlock was already presenting both of them with. Sherlock began to writhe around in the shopping cart he was sitting in. John pulled a gallon of milk off the shelf and tried to hand it to Sherlock as casually as possible but almost broke down when Sherlock clutched the milk and took it from John's hand only to place it on his abdomen, the milk now being accompanied by some biscuits. Sherlock moved around some more in the cart and before John knew it Sherlock legs were hanging out of the front of the cart while his back laid flat against the bottom of the cart. How a tall man like Sherlock was actually able to fit in something as small as a shopping cart was beyond John.

     "Bored," Sherlock suddenly exclaimed, "Bored, Jawn! I'm always so bored!" Sherlock had obviously given up on being subtle. John didn't even bother to answer Sherlock. John knew that when Sherlock claimed he was bored, what he was really trying to say was, "Would you please find a way to entertain me? A case maybe?" John had no idea how to entertain Sherlock... correction, John knew exactly how to entertain Sherlock, but he couldn't do that  in public. Plus John was used to his petulancy.

     "John," Sherlock said quietly, a bit nervously, "Can you come here... Please?" He whispered, and how was John supposed to deny the please of the man he loved? This was the man he slept next to every night, and quiet often, with him. This is the man he would kiss close to a million times in a day and would never regret a single kiss, whether their mouths connected or it was a simple kiss on his forehead or a kiss between his knuckles while they sat as close as they could get to each other when they watched crap telly.

     John walked to the side of the cart an reached a hand down to Sherlock who promptly took it with a smile on his face. Sherlock looked up at John for a few seconds before his smile was replaced by a devious smirk. Sherlock pulled on Johns hand, dragging him down into the cart on top of Sherlock, their lips connecting perfectly, as per usual. The taller man ran his hands through his dear Johns hair, only slightly pulling on his hair when his fingers reached the hairs at the nape of Johns neck. When they finally separated only a few more words were spoken, "John, I'm sorry about our little domestic, I'll get out if you want me to." When John shook his head no Sherlock regained his smirk and spoke four more words before John continued their very public snog, "I love you, John."

"I love you too, Sherlock."