Jim's pretty sure that nothing will ever make him happier than how waking up besides Sherlock did. But, of course, his fucking annoying alarm clock had to ruin the moment and scare Jim half to death.

Like a teenager that didn't want to go to school, he snuggled back into the covers and into his boyfriend.

But alas, he had to get up and prepare himself for the day ahead.

Before he was even at work, he was looking forward to leaving work. It was so unusual for Jim... He really had changed in the last month or so. Back then, Molly had to drag him away from the office during the lunch hours but now he's looking forward to leaving before he'd walked through the door.

He can imagine his mum, humming a soft tune and saying 'oh, how love changes people'.

That thought makes Jim pause. Love?

He shakes his head at the notion and carries on with his day. It was way too soon to even considering thinking about the L word.

Jim breaks the news of this new development in their relationship to Molly at lunch time (which Sherlock didn't interrupt for once) and he'd had the life squeezed out of by her arms that were much stronger than the skinny twig they looked like.

Lunch at Cindy's was nice, as always, and Jim even told Alex about how he'd made things official with Sherlock. Despite the boy's crush on Jim, he'd smiled sweetly and told Jim that he was happy for him. Jim hopes that he got himself a nice not because God he was a sweetie.

The day moved quickly after that, which was perfect for Jim. It seemed like he'd blinked and he was back at home, unlocking the door and calling Sherlock's name (he'd been in bed when Jim left and he seemed happy that way so a note was left on the bedside tablet and Jim let him sleep).

Jim doesn't get a reply. Still smiling, he shrugs and walks into the kitchen to put the kettle on and load up his laptop. As the beautiful device loads, Jim turns to the fridge to collect the milk, only to be stopped by a note from Sherlock.

'Popped to the shops. You're low on milk and tea bags. I'm using your spare key in case I get back before you're back from work. -SH x'

Jim grins and pulls open the fridge. He takes out the milk, which was in fact low, and finishes making his tea with one of the five teabags left.

He then moves into the living room and sets his tea on the coffee table, sitting cross-legged on the sofa and balancing his laptop on his legs. After logging in, Jim checks his emails and replies to a crap load of messages he had from Don. Even as he does this, he keeps an eye on time as he waits for Sherlock.

When the sound of a key being shoved into the lock echoes through the flat, Jim stands and puts his laptop down on the table, closing it as he does. Sherlock enters the flat with a blue plastic bag and Jim moves to the door to greet him with a small kiss and a smile.

Sherlock raises a questioning eyebrow but kisses back none the less. Silently, they both move into the kitchen. Sherlock puts the milk away while Jim tips the teabags into the teabag tin. Jim found himself smiling at how adorably domestic they were being.

When he turns Sherlock hands him the spare key. "Here, I doubt you want me to have a key to your place just yet," He says it with a small laugh.

Jim raises an eyebrow at that. "Yet?" He echoes.

Sherlock just nods with a smug little smile. Murmuring something about Sherlock being an idiot, Jim takes hold of Sherlock's coat collar and pulls him down into a kiss.

When he pulls back he looks down at Sherlock's feet and frowns. "You have your shoes on" He scalds, eyeing the coat before he sighed. "And here I thought I'd finally trained you to remove your shoes and coat when you come in."

Sherlock shrugs, smiling as well. Seems Jim wasn't the only one in a ridiculously happy mood because of yesterday's conversation.

"Go," Jim says, pointing to the front door with a playful smile.

Sherlock doesn't make any secret of the eye roll that he makes after Jim says that, but he does as he's told and trails to the front door to remove his shoes and coat. Jim remembers when he went to fix Sherlock's 'poorly' laptop and he found out that he and John don't remove their shoes as soon as they enter.

As a child, Jim would be scolded if he didn't remove his shoes by the front door and often he'd get flicked on the ear by his mum. The habit must have just stuck and now it got on his nerves when someone didn't remove their shoes upon entering his flat.

He'd break the habit into Sherlock. Who says old dogs can't learn new tricks?

Not that Sherlock was much older than him. There's only two years difference.

Some hours later, Jim finds himself cuddled against Sherlock on the sofa with the TV playing some comedy show that Jim hadn't seen before. Not that he was paying much attention. Sherlock seemed determined to keep Jim's mind and mouth on him. Not that Jim minded, of course.

He was very happy to spend his time sitting there and sharing kisses with his boyfriend. He even went as far as to climb into Sherlock's lap as the kisses got longer and deeper.

Jim pulls back abruptly when Sherlock's hands slide under his top. He didn't mean to flinch away, but he does. His own hand shoots down to cover Sherlock's, but his own was on top of the top unlike Sherlock's. Jim holds Sherlock's hand in place, looking at the other man.

Sherlock slowly raises an eyebrow, silently asking what was wrong.

"I..." Jim trails off before he gives a quick smile and leans forward to place kiss on Sherlock's lips. He pushes their foreheads together by doesn't take his hand off Sherlock's. "Clothes stay on," He mumbles the words against Sherlock's lips, eyes closed.

Sherlock nods. "That's fine. Can I keep my hand here?"

Jim mirrors the nod. "Yeah... I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page"

"I'm not expecting anything from you, James." Sherlock promises.

Smiling, Jim moves that centimetre closer and presses their lips together again.

They kiss for a long time, Sherlock's hands roaming over Jim's stomach and stroking the faint muscles there (very, very faint muscles that only existed because Jim often had to run all over the building when at work) and Jim's hands firmly in Sherlock's hair. They get interrupted though... by Jim's stomach growling for attention.

Laughing, Sherlock breaks away and leans his head on Jim's shoulder. He doesn't remove his hands from under Jim's top. Jim hits his shoulder, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

Sherlock then raises his head and looks Jim in the eye, giving Jim an adorable crooked smile that makes Jim's stomach feel funny.

"Let's go out to eat. I know a nice restaurant." Sherlock has that smile on his lips the whole time he's talking and Jim almost kisses the words because he was thinking about kissing those lips again.

Jim blinks a few times before he breaks out in a grin and nod. He leaps up from Sherlock's lap, shivering when the warm hands leave his stomach.

"Just let me go get changed."

Sherlock rolls his eyes for the second time that evening. "You're worse than a woman."

Glaring, Jim slaps the side of Sherlock's head. "Shut up. Or you'll be on the sofa."

Sherlock holds his hands up in surrender and Jim smirks, knowing he now had a threat that could be used time and time again. Because what's the point in life if you can't blackmail your boyfriend a little?

Chuckling to himself, Jim heads to the bedroom to change.