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Sherlock: How do you know what weed smells like?

Mycroft, caught off-guard: I…

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Sherlock, knowing John loves him and being a huge dumb asshole:

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Sherlock eyes the decorative box on the kitchen table with suspicion. “What’s this?”

John glances up with a sly smile. “It’s for you. Open it.”

Sherlock cautiously lifts the lid, revealing four beautiful chocolates sprinkled with fleur de sel.

“They reminded me of you,” John grins.

“Oh? How so?”

“Dark and salty on the outside, soft and sweet inside.”

The corner of Sherlock’s mouth curves up. “I’m complex.” He gazes at John. “If I’m chocolate, then you’re a shot of espresso.”

John raises a curious eyebrow.

“Small, strong, slightly bitter and hot as hell,” Sherlock says.

John squints, then laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re a romantic.” He pops a chocolate into his mouth.

John stands, kisses him, tasting the cocoa, caramel, and salt.

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