Summary: John observes Sherlock and realizes that he’s touch starved, so he makes it his mission to start touching him more.
A/N: My Squealing Santa fic for *drum roll* @bottleof-happiness! I hope you like it!
This is the first fic in what I’m calling 12 Days of Fluff, which is basically like 12 days of Christmas only you’ll be getting a tickle fic written by me or someone else for 12 days straight! Get excited!
Warnings: One brief mention of sex, as in “Sherlock’s not interested in it” because asexual!Sherlock is my life.
Words: 2 272
Even though Sherlock was a consulting detective who could read everyone and everything thoroughly in approximately five seconds, John would like to think that he knew his friend pretty well by now. While Sherlock focused on the smallest details in order to interpret a situation, John was a bigger fan of getting to know someone and memorize their little quirks and habits. He was sure that was how the majority of the people worked as well, but he seemed to be the only one who had ever tried to read Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock honestly wasn’t that difficult to figure out, once you’d seen all parts of him. He liked being by himself, and the only person he enjoyed being around for at least a little while was John himself, which was still surprising but he’d decided not to question it. Despite working alone Sherlock had a great amount of contacts he could use whenever he pleased, but that part was less surprising, since Sherlock rarely left a case unsolved, so people usually felt like they owed him. Sherlock was a bit of a lone wolf, to put a label on it. He acted alone, but that didn’t mean that he always wanted to be alone.