John and Sherlock hadn't had anything to do in almost a week. Sherlock was driving John crazy about how bored he was.

"Jooooohhhhnnnn!" Sherlock yelled as he threw himself onto the couch. John ignored him and continued to pretend to read the newspaper. "Joooohhhhhnnnn!" he yelled again, this time louder and longer.

"What do you want, Sherlock?"

"I'm bored," he stated flatly.

"You tell me that every bloody minute," John said looking up at his flatmate who was now hanging off the couch upside-down.

"Well you never make me un-bored," Sherlock shot back in a snarky tone, raising his eyebrow and staring at John.

"Well what do you want me to do? Tickle you?!" John said in a annoyed and sarcastic voice as he glared at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at him with a confused face.

"I was joking," John said sternly.

"Oh, ok," he said almost sadly. He laid down, put his hands in a temple position under his chin, closed his eyes, and fell silent. John rolled his eyes and looked back down at the newspaper.

"What is tickling?" Sherlock asked after about 30 seconds, his eyes still closed. It didn't shock John that Sherlock didn't know what tickling was. Sherlock never got a reply. He opened his eyes and saw that John was now sitting in the couch with him. He was grinning like an idiot.

"What's so humorous?" Sherlock questioned the tiny man in front of him.

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking that I could demonstrate the art of tickling for you," John said grinning even more.

"Ok, demonstrate," Sherlock said actually looking interested.

John leaned over and started tickling Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock let out a small, deep laugh. He then slapped John's hands away and glared at him.

"What did you just do to me?" he demanded. John laughed. He started tickling Sherlock again. Sherlock laughed and then yelled and kicked him off the couch. He rolled onto the floor laughing. Sherlock couldn't help but smile. He was so cute. John sat up and wrapped him arms around his knees, still giggling.

"It's not funny!" Sherlock said trying not to smile while John started laughing again.

"I tickled you and it was hilarious," he said smiling up at Sherlock.

Sherlock then crawled onto the floor and sat beside John. He was now grinning.

"Sherlock, what are you do..." He was cut off by Sherlock who almost pounced on him and started tickling him. John began kicking at Sherlock but he just laughed at him.

"Stop it!" he yelled. His stomach was starting to hurt from laughter. Sherlock was laughing too. How could he not. Finally John kicked Sherlock with enough force to knock him back a little. He quickly crawled away and leaned against his chair trying to catch his breath.

"I bloody-hate-you," he said in between breaths.

"Whatever," Sherlock said as he stood up and went for John.

"Nooooo!" the blogger yelled as he stood up and ran to the stairs.

"You can't run from me!" Sherlock yelled laughing. He started running towards the stairs as John ran up them. Sherlock was gaining on him fast. He ran up the steps three at a time when John could only do two.

Right as he reached the top Sherlock jumped and tackled him.

"Ouch!" John yelled, "Get off me!"

"Never!"

Sherlock straddled him and began tickling him once more. John who was weak from all the laughter, was still able to squirm out from under him and stand back up. Sherlock stood up too and stared and John.

John suddenly started running towards his room. Sherlock right behind him. He stopped in front of his bed and turned around. Right as Sherlock jumped for him, he moved out if the way, causing Sherlock to fall onto the many pillows that littered John's bed. He looked up confused. That was not what he wanted to happen.

John took the opportunity to jump on Sherlock and get revenge. He began tickling Sherlock like he had him. Sherlock started laughing so hard his face turned red.

"Quick it!" he yelled. He wasn't suppose to be laughing. Sherlock Holmes doesn't do laughter. He finally pushed John off him and they laid on the bed, side by side, giggling.

"Sherlock Holmes, I love you," John said laughing. Sherlock stopped laughing and looked at him seriously.
"I was joking."

"That's what you said about tickling me and here we are giggling about a tickle war," he said smirking. He also added a wink.

John felt his cheeks warm up. "I was just... umm... kidding?" He tried to get away from the awkward situation. He started to stand up but Sherlock threw his legs on top of his waist to keep him from leaving.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry but I need to get up. I need to umm... do the thing that... I need to do. It's important and I shan't wait to," he was cut off by Sherlock.

"Oh shut up. Just admit you wuv me." He winked.

"I umm... don't, well... umm," John tried to form a sentence but just stuttered some random words.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John and pulled him closer. Their legs were already intwined. John froze but didn't complain. Their faces were about two inches apart. John just stared at Sherlock, not knowing what to do.

Sherlock planted a quick kiss on the bloggers lips, causing him to squeak. He just laughed a little.

"I love you too, John Watson."