You and Sherlock are fighting again. Standing in the middle of the living room at 221 Baker Street. John wasn’t home. Normally, he can subdue these situations but he’s not here.

Sherlock looked flustered. His curls were a slight mess. The top buttons of his black shirt were undone to show the top of his chest. Which moves as he breaths heavily.

“You are the bane of my existence.” he hissed

“Sherlock…” You whisper, defeated.

“And the object of all my desires…”