Imagine convincing Sherlock to build a pillow fort with you~

"Sherlock... I'm booooored..." You complained to the trench coat clad man sitting in front of you. "You're always bored." He said blankly, not even bothering to look at you. 'Well he's no fun! Or one to talk..." You think to yourself. It was winter, so you two had spent all day drinking hot chocolate and tea and doing practically nothing. You sat down with a blanket and your hand brushed over a worn leather pillow. Pillow. Bored. Bored+ pillow + partially insane people= fun! You smiled as you picked up the pillow and took aim. "What a-" Sherlock was cut off by the pillow hitting him dead in the face. "Hey!" He pulled it off looking flustered. You burst out laughing at how red his face was. He chucked the pillow back at you and straightened his scarf. "Cmon Sherlock let's build a pillow fort!" You smiled. "A fort made of pillows is useless." He said, being his killjoy self. "Fine then." You stood up and began arranging pillows against the coffee table for support and walls.
"That would be more useful here..." Sherlock said watching you. He picked up the cushion and moved it. Then another. And soon you and Sherlock were building a fort together. When it was finished, it was big enough for both of you, and possibly even John too, and you both crawled inside. You lay in the middle of the floor near the entrance. "Wow... It's actually cool in here." Sherlock said. "I'll be right back! There's more pillows on my bed." He stood up, but his foot caught a blanket and he tripped. He fell, onto you. His hands were on either side of your head and his face was merely inches from yours. You stared deeply into his beautiful seafoam green eyes. Before you knew what was happening, his lips were against yours. They were soft. Not forceful. And he tasted like hot chocolate. You were shocked for a moment, but soon happily returned the kiss, placing one hand around his neck and one in his hair. It was surprisingly fluffy. He pulled back and looked at you, his cheeks scarlet, then got up and got more pillows. Acting like nothing had even happened. But he did wear a smirk on his lips. Best. Pillow. Fort. Ever. You thought to yourself with the goofiest grin.