Johnlock 5ever

Watson watched Sherlock from the corner of his eye, keeping a noise nuzzled in a book. Sherlock sat on the corner of his seat hunched over a microscope. Watson followed the curve of his jaw to the intoxicating black curls, intense concentration seeming to pool to the rim of his eyes.  John gripped his book and slowly exhaled as his hand momentarily jittered. The book slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. Watson quickly snatched the book off the ground. Sherlock glanced over giving a quick smile. Watson sunk into the couch with embarrassment. He waited skimming the same few lines over and over until he felt Sherlock’s small glances dissipate. Crossing his legs was no use in hiding his body’s retaliation of the inspection of his handsome friend’s figure. The way his spine curved leading Watson to inhumanly handsome jaw and curved lips could drive any man completely bonkers.

“John, I usually I find your staring quite flattering but I am really trying to focus and it is throwing me off.” Sherlock said looking up from his microscope.  John quickly turned his gaze back on the book’s page. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

How did he know I was watching him? John thought.