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Of Legs, Love and still some more Spiders

Summary:

John falls prey to Sherlocks experiments, again. Johnlock cuteness about
their lives between and though cases.Humorous shenanigans follow.
Newly established relationship.
Part of the Legs and Love Series.

Notes:

If you want the "how they got together story" i suggest you
read Of Legs, Skates & Spiders which is Part One of the series.
But it can be read on its own:)

Happy reading!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Spider Salsa Anyone?

Chapter Text

“Sherlock get your lazy arse down here now!” Yelled an angry voice from the kitchen.

Sherlock sat straight up from his sloth position on their bed. That didn’t sound good. An angry John was always something to be afraid of.
Sherlock cautiously made his way downstairs.

“Are you alright John?” He looked around timidly. A furious John flew into his sight.

“I bloody well am not Sherlock! Why are you boiling f**cking spiders in a pot of tomato salsa?!” John was literally shaking with rage.

“An experiment.” Sherlock edged his way to the door to give himself a head start if he needed to escape. “I wanted to see if the properties of tomatoes would damage the spider’s sensory hair, that’s all.”

“That, that’s all,” screamed John.
“WHY DID YOU PUT THEM IN A COOKING POT, ON OUR STOVE, WITH A SOUP SPOON NEXT TO IT?!”

“You tasted it didn’t you,” said Sherlock with a pitiful look on his face.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” screamed John lunging after Sherlock, blocking his escape path, and chasing him up the stairs.

 

Although Sherlock was taller, John was just as strong. In no time he had Sherlock pinned to the ground in their bedroom.

“Just one question before I strangle you,” said John quietly.
“Were they poisonous?”

“No, of course not John, if they were the may have evaporated the poison anyway.” Sherlock wriggled slightly.

“But they weren’t poisonous to begin with?” John looked Sherlock in the eyes.

“No.” Sherlock looked straight back.

John slumped down and lay on top of Sherlock in relief.
Sherlock cautiously put a hand on John’s cheek.

“Sorry John.”
John’s expression softened slightly and he leaned down to Sherlock. But before their lips touched Sherlock spoke.

“You didn’t touch the sugar did you?” He said quickly.

“Why?” Said John quietly.