Sadie:
Sherlock sat at the table near the window, laptop in front of him, and stared at the blinking cursor on the screen. He’d been trying to finish this particular blog post on how to tell someone’s emotional state from a sample of their penmanship for over an hour now, but for some reason, he was having a hard time finding the motivation.
And that reason was currently sitting at his feet, untying his shoelaces.
Sherlock reached down without looking and batted a stubby little hand away, which only set off a whole chorus of whinging and fussing.
“Jawn, that’s enough.”
The whinging got louder, and the same hand from before now found his trouser leg, and tugged.
“I told you…you’ll have to wait until I’m finished. You do realise you’re making your own wait even longer?”
The whinging only grew more insistent, bordering on a full-blown strop, while the tugging at his trousers turned into headbutts at his knee.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed, then looked down at the floor; Jawn stared back, all teary-eyed turmoil with messy hair and ratty, well-loved blanket gripped in his fist.
Sherlock stared back at him and sighed; “You need a nap.”
To his surprise, Jawn nodded, then held up his arms to be picked up, making grabbing motions with his hands.
Despite himself, Sherlock smiled. “You little manipulator.” He stood up from his chair and, after a quick stretch, reached down for Jawn and made the same grabbing motions. “Come along.”
Jawn scrambled up from the floor and practically jumped into Sherlock’s waiting arms, clinging to him.
Sherlock kissed the side of his head and began to carry him towards the bedroom. “That’s not going to work every time, you know.”
Though he couldn’t see his face, the way he was tucked into the crook of his neck, Sherlock could swear that he felt Jawn smile.
(You’re too kind; thank you! ❤ :D)
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