"I still don't understand why I have to be here" Sherlock huffed. John shook his head as they walked into the vast shopping centre.

"Because, you'll be sleeping on the bed as much as me if I have anything to do with it." The older man retorted. Yes, they were bed shopping. They needed a new one after last nights "experiment" broke the bottom, John smiled at the memory.

"But John, bed shopping is just so boring." Sherlock's ability to make a couple of hours in a shop sound like medieval torture still amazed John.

At this point, they'd made it to the furniture store and were greeted by a cheerful shop assistant.

"Hi, welcome to the Bed Hut where we make sweet dreams sweeter, my name is Ivy, can I help you?" she said with just a little too much enthusiasm, "Oh well, we're fine for now but we'll find you if we need anything" John said with a smile. As the girl walked off, Sherlock leaned towards John with a grin. "First week, she slept with her manager to get the job" he said under his breath. John sniggered and moved to the first bed. It was massive and made of some kind of dark wood. "Aesthetics are hardly the problem here John. Your mattress is far too hard, we need a new one" Sherlock barked coldly.

"Alright then, no need to get your knickers in a twist," John's stupid use of the phrase managed to get a smile out of the younger man. John wasn't a fan of public displays of affection but wasn't completely opposed to them either. He wrapped his arm around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock automatically responded, draping his arm over the smaller man's shoulders and moving closer. "You can have whichever bed you want" he said, "but can we not take hours? I have some hands back at the flat I want to check on." John decided to ignore the comment for the sake of his own peace of mind but decided to take Sherlock's request on board and be quick. Of course, Sherlock made his own simple request difficult to follow through with, huffing and sulking like a child while John looked at various mattresses and beds. John did his very best to include Sherlock in the activity.

"Sherl, what about this one?" he asked sitting down on a luxurious and hugely expensive mattress. Sherlock lay down on the bed, his face still stuck in that stubborn expression. "It's too soft. Also never call me Sherl. Ever again".

"Ok love. I think we should work out pet name boundaries before we proceed" John suggested.

Sherlock lay in thought for a moment before saying with a slight chuckle, "Ok, you shall be my fuzzy little hedgehog." John had to put himself together before responding to that one. " That.. that doesn't even make sense. I mean… what? Do I look like a hedgehog or something?" he got out, "also drop the little, I don't want anything to do with my height. From this day forward, you will be known as… Shmoopy."

Sherlock just laughed and kissed John, not hard, just a small kiss of approval. "You know what John? I think we should get this one after all."