Sherlock and John - Omegle 4

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You: John sat on the table, updating his blog, and sipped on his tea. Then he rose his head. "Sherlock? What are you doing?" He looked at his flatmate and put away the cup.

Stranger: Sherlock was sat opposite him looking into his microscope "Experiment" he stated looking up "Why?"

You: "Just wondering." John shrugged. "... because you are sitting here since yesterday evening. I'm surprised you did notice that I am talking to you."

Stranger: "I always notice when you talk to me" Sherlock replied absently not really paying attention to what was being said. "Mostly..." he added, returning most of his focus to the blood sample under the microscope

You: "Yes, of course..." John murmured with irony and rolled his eyes. Then he took his cup of tea and sipped on it again, while he was watching Sherlock and his experiment. John was sure his flatmate wouldn't even notice if he would leave the flat.

Stranger: Sherlock smirked to himself, he had given John's looks different names. And he knew what the one he was getting was. "Don't give me that look John it's awfully distracting" He said without looking up

You: "It always bothers you if someone looks at you, Sherlock." John looked at his laptop. He had finished writing his blog entry, but he thought about deleting it. He wasn't satisfied with his entry. Again. That was the third time he restarted.

Stranger: "It's the way you're looking at me" Sherlock said glancing up briefly and seeing John giving another one of his looks to the laptop "I'm sure it's fine don't restart again, you'll break the keyboard."

You: "Sherlock... please stop reading my mind. It's kind of scared." John sighed, but he sent his blog entry and shut down the laptop.

Stranger: "I wasn't reading your mind, you know that's physically impossible don't you?" Sherlock leant over and took down a few notes on a notepad. Before switching the slides and returning to looking at it

You: "Since I met you I'm not longer sure if anything is impossible." John sipped on his tea, watching Sherlock again, because he had nothing else to do.

Stranger: Sherlock muttered something and made another note, then sighed. Not looking up from the microscope "You're doing it again, John"

You: John rolled his eyes and rose from his chair. "Alright, Sherlock, no problem, I'll leave you alone. Would you like tea?"

Stranger: "I don't mind you keeping me company, or watching me. It's just the look you were giving me, it's unnerving" Sherlock looked up and sighed "Tea, may as well I could be here a while"

You: "How do I look at you?" John grabbed the teapot and another cup. He filled the cup and put it down next to Sherlock.

Stranger: "You keep giving me the 'If I left would he notice' look" Sherlock smiled, and took a sip of the tea. Duely noting that John knew exactly how he liked his tea. "And yes, of course I would notice if you left"

You: "The last time I left you didn't. It was the day before yesterday and I told you about hundred times that I'm going out on a date. After I came back you asked me where I was. So stop telling me you would notice if I left." John couldn't help but smiled.

Stranger: "Oh John." Sherlock smiled at him and looked down, getting his eureka moment and jumping up slightly. Spilling a little of the hot tea on his leg

You: "Sherlock..." John sighed and shook his head. "Watch out, you spill the tea!" He noticed that he sounded like Mrs. Hudson and laughed. "What have you found?" He asked now.

Stranger: Sherlock laughed slightly "You sound like our landlady" he said, looking back at the microscope and then to John "Oh, the blood samples don't match, therefore the young fellow Lestrade has in custody is not our killer..."

You: "Lestrade is always wrong, that's not new. But if he isn't, who is the killer?" John filled his cup and sipped on it, while looking at Sherlock. "I'm sure you have any ideas."

Stranger: "Well, blood taken from the scene is from someone with a rare blood disease, shouldn't be so hard to find him" Sherlock smiled and returned to sitting down, with the intent of finishing his tea "Not many people in the UK that suffer from sickle-cell aneamia"

You: "A patient of mine does. I don't know if he is the one but it's possible, isn't it?" John finished his tea and filled the cup again. "Which blood type?"

Stranger: "A negative?" Sherlock said, leaning forward slightly suddenly interested in the fat that John could have been treating a murderer "If he's the same blood type it's highly possible he's our man"

You: "A negative... could be." John shrugged. "I'll check his medical records as soon as possible." He sipped on his tea and grinned. He liked the idea that he could be the one who catched a murderer - more or less.

Stranger: Sherlock laughed at John's face "You're doing another look" he said pointing and finishing the last of his tea

You: "Which look am I doing now?" John asked. "I think you know my face better than your own."

Stranger: "You're doing that look when you've done something right and you're incredibly proud and excited about it" Sherlock shook his head slightly "It's cute" then his eyes widened, realising he said that out loud when he was sure he'd thought it

You: John blinked and nodded, for one moment he was speechless, then he persuaded himself that he had misheard. "Well, Sherlock... I'm not like you. And ordinary people are proud if they've done something right."

Stranger: Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief when John appeared to ignore his comment. Reminding himself not to think outloud around John anymore. "I'm proud of myself when I get something right, most of the time. If I was proud of myself everytime I got something right... Well that's a lot"

You: "Tell me one time you haven't got something right, Sherlock. You are always right, and that's the problem." John smirked. "But... let's try something. What do you think do I think about you?"

Stranger: "What you think about me?" Sherlock made a sarcastic thinking face "You think I'm an annoying dick, arrogant, pompous, big headed and inconsiderate of those around me. But you also think I'm brilliant, incredibly smart, that I have a lot of potential and I could be a good man if I tried using my emotions more often"

You: John nodded. "Well. You are right but that are just the superficial facts. It's not all, you've missed very much. Seems like you aren't always completely right." He grinned, finished his tea and put the cup away.

Stranger: "I told you I wasn't always right" Sherlock also finished his tea but resorted to playing with the cup instead of putting it away "So, what did I miss. Enlighten me"

You: "I want you to tell me what you think." John looked at his cup and waited for Sherlock to speak.

Stranger: "Okay, you aren't doing a look for this so it could be difficult" Sherlock teased "You care, to what level I can't tell. You constantly want me to improve my social outlook on life...." he waited for his current suspicions to be confirmed before continuing

You: John nodded again. "Again superficial facts, Sherlock. Carry on. I'm dying to hear what you have to say." He grinned.

Stranger: "What do you mean by that, you forget all I can deduce are superficial facts. Emotions and deep set thoughts are things I can't get at easily" Sherlock raised an eyebrow in challenge

You: "That's your problem, Sherlock. Your weakness, I think. For example Molly. She loves you, but you don't notice it. Oh and by the way... I like it when you have one of your eureka moments. Then you look like a little child at Christmas."

Stranger: "You know I am fully aware of Mollys crush on me." Sherlock muttered rolling his eyes "Now you're just avoiding it, telling me you like the way I look like a child at Christmas when I have a eureka moment. Now I have to know what I missed that isn't a superficial fact, just tell me"

You: "I don't just see you as a flatmate, as a friend, Sherlock. That's the thing you've missed. So I won the game... you'll buy the milk tomorrow." John smiled, but he was still looking at his empty cup.

Stranger: Sherlock narrowed his gaze slightly, feeling a slight heat rise to his cheeks "What..." he cleared his throat and tried again "What do you view me as then?"

You: "That's the question, isn't it?" John rose his head and looked at Sherlock. "What do you think? About me? About... uhm... us?"

Stranger: "If you want my honest answer... I've always found you physically attractive. As well as emotionally, you're loyal, honest, caring and you treat me like a human being. As to us, I've been saying for weeks that by social standards we class as a couple, but you aren't gay so I've steered away from mentioning any of the above to you..."

You: John blushed. "Yes... I thought I'm not gay. But it seems like I was wrong... somehow. Let's say... you are my exception." He shrugged. "I find you attractive since our first meeting. That's the truth. I think I claimed not to be gay because you consider to be married to your work."

Stranger: Sherlock smirked to John and shrugged "The key word there being considered. I do have a sexuality John." He smiled and finally stood up to put his cup away, feeling he ha to move before he fell off his chair

You: "Most likely asexual." John smirked and watched Sherlock's moves. "You mostly act like love doesn't bother you." He murmured.

Stranger: Sherlock smiled "No, I tell people I'm asexual, but I'm not." he turned to face John again perching himself on the bench and folding his arms across his chest "The reason I tell them that is because I don't want love to bother me, but sometimes I suppose it still can"

You: "And with whom did you fell in love?" John asked, looking into Sherlock's beautiful eyes. He loved the way how they sparkle, he loved their color, he could get lost in them. "Irene?" He was just teasing.

Stranger: "Of course" Sherlock returned the joke. Then he noticed John was doing another look "You're giving me a look again John"

You: "Which look is it now, Sherlock?" John rose his eyebrows and smirked.

Stranger: "The 'Im going to sleep with them if it kills me' look, I've seen you give it to hundreds of girls" Sherlock grinned and raised one eyebrow

You: "Be happy, Sherlock, you are the only man I give this look to." John laughed, but he blushed. "... but giving a look is not the same as doing it, isn't it?"

Stranger: "No, I'm afraid it would be a lot easier if it was the same, well for me anyway. You have some experience at least" Sherlock looked to the floor for a few minutes.

You: "Girls aren't the same as men, Sherlock. And a random girl I met some hours ago isn't the same as you." John stood behind Sherlock now and put his arms around his shoulders.

Stranger: Sherlock smiled at both the words and the arms over his shoulders. He turned so he was face to face with John "It's still something to go off, I have well... Nothing... But, you're right. It doesn't matter, ignore me being ignorantly technical" he smiled

You: "Just don't worry about if you are a virgin or if not. I won't stop looking at you like this and I think you know that very well." John smiled, looking into Sherlock's eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

Stranger: Sherlock smiled and found himself automatically closing his eyes and moving into John's touch. Much like a big cat. He didn't really know why he did it it just seemed natural. He stopped himself suddenly and went a light shade of pink. "As long as I get that look from you, I'm happy"

You: "I'll remind myself to change my 'If I left would he notice' look into the 'I'm going to sleep with him if it kills me' look." John nodded, then he laughed. "Good? Or not good?" He continued running through Sherlock's hair with his fingers and stroke across his cheek.