Hey I haven’t posted a quick little pwp first time fic in a while:<\/p>\n
A Pot of T<\/a>ea –\u00a0John never expected this to happen over a pot of tea<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n John never expected this to happen over a pot of tea. They’d been moving closer and closer for months, neither of them quite willing to step over the invisible line between them. It would happen eventually, but John always figured it would happen in the adrenaline of a case, the heat of a moment.<\/p>\n But what really happened was this:<\/p>\n They were sitting eating breakfast. Or rather John was eating breakfast. Sherlock was in the kitchen and John assumed he was puttering with an experiment. Either way, the doctor was just getting over a cold that had kept him mostly in bed the last two days. Mrs. Hudson had brought food and tea and he’d barely even seen his flatmate, though late the night before he’d heard the violin. Sniffling just a bit he reached for his mug without looking up from the paper. The mug was gone.<\/p>\n