Tickles!

"Well, that was the worst case this week." Watson complained, hanging his coat on the coat hanger.

"And quite exhausting." Sherlock mumbled. Sherlock and Watson just got back to their from a very long, tiring, and annoying case, and, wanting nothing more than to lay down and make up for the lack of sleep they have been getting, both walked into John's room, collapsing into the bed.

"Oh, this bed feels so good." Sherlock mumbled sleepily. John hummed in agreement, placing his arm across Sherlock's waist. Sherlock began laughing then. "Move your hand!" He told John, trying to pull John's hand away and hold his laughter back.

"What? Are you ticklish your something?" John asked, surprised that the great detective, Sherlock Holmes, was ticklish.

"I'm not ticklish, it just bothered me." Sherlock defended himself.

"You were laughing."

"That was me groaning in pain."

"I'm not stupid, you know." John quickly moved his hands up to Sherlock's stomach, tickling him, causing Sherlock to burst out into laughter, trying to move away from John, but unable to succeed, however.

John couldn't help but chuckle, listening to Sherlock's laughter...it was truly a nice sound to hear.

Though, John didn't want to kill Sherlock, so soon he reluctantly backed up from the now breathless Sherlock.

"I...didn't say...you could do that." Sherlock snapped, gasping in between words.

"You didn't say I couldn't either." John countered, laying back down.

Sherlock suddenly began tickling John. "H-hey, stop!" He quickly said, struggling to not laugh, before failing, bursting out into laughter.
After a moment, Sherlock stopped. "I don't really care to hear you laugh right now, I just want to sleep." He mumbled, laying back down.

John, not really thinking, laid his arm out for Sherlock to lay on, which he did, and Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's waist, who, unlike him, wasn't that ticklish by the touch and didn't mind.

Mrs Hudson had just finished washing the dishes and decided to look for Sherlock and Watson, who were quiet after they got back from their case. She knew they were back now, but she didn't see them once since they stepped into the building.

She began looking for them, soon going to John's bedroom to find Sherlock and John cuddling. Though they weren't laying on the bed all the way, their legs dangling off the bed, and they weren't covered up, but they did look really peaceful. And pretty cute.

She smiled lovingly at them before covering them up. Then she walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.