John's eyes fluttered open under the sunlight that peeked inside the bedroom shyly. He didn't immediately assume that he was anywhere but in his own bed. But as his senses slowly kicked back in, it didn't take long for the logical side of him to ascertain his location.

Sherlock's bed.

John blushed at the thoughts from last night. John's eyes then scanned his surroundings, trying to find a clock to see the time, without waking Sherlock up. He groaned softly. It was nine in the morning. He had to work in two hours. He didn't want to go. He had to work to 6 PM what meant that he won't see Sherlock the whole day. Sherlock had to go to the restaurant in the evening. And it's not like John can go on a date in the restaurant to see Sherlock working again.

John closed his eyes again, enjoying the last moments with this man. Sherlock had his arms around his waist and their legs were all tangled up together. John smiled, totally enjoying this.

Some seconds later, John felt Sherlock's hand running up his back, under his t-shirt. John shivered, as Sherlock slid his hand to John's chest and caressed it gently with his fingers.

"Good morning John." Sherlock said, his morning voice sending shivers down John's spine.

"How to hell did you know I'm awake?" John chuckled in surprise, rolling around in Sherlock's arms so he could see the detective. Sherlock smiled affectionately.

"Your heartbeat increased. What meant you woke and you obviously starting thinking about me." Sherlock started with a wide smirk on his lips. John grunted with a grin. "And you were groaning like twenty seconds ago." Sherlock added, slightly cocky.

"Great deduction Mr Holmes." John grinned, sunlight streaming over his face when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Good morning." He said, kissing at the smile that he would never get enough of.

"Hmmm." Sherlock hummed against John's mouth. "A good morning indeed." He said, running his fingers over John's chest. They slowly pulled back, smiling warmly at each other.

"How did you feel my heartbeat?" John wondered, his hands resting on Sherlock's waist. Sherlock took John's hand silently and pressed his finger against John's wrist where he could feel a gentle, rhythmic pulsation. John looked down at their hands and smiled at his gesture.

"As a doctor you should know this John." Sherlock said mockingly, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes but you weren't holding my hand when I woke up." John shot back, a grin spreading across his handsome face. John loved how they would tease each other in a way nobody ever would do. It's not just a cheesy relationship where they only talk sweetly to each other.

"Very true." Sherlock mused, gently running his fingers over his chest.

"Then how."

Sherlock didn't reply. He just smirked, stealing another quick kiss from John and pushed himself upright with his elbows. John pursed his lips together.

"Back in a moment." Sherlock informed. John wanted to ask where he was going, but he hadn't the chance since he already left the room. John smiled to himself, feeling happy for the first time.

A moment later, Sherlock re-entered the room with two cups in his hands, John flashed him a smile. He felt his heart swell and looked at the detective with eyes full of love and appreciation for him. He lifted himself and rested his back against the headboard, sheets wrapped around his waist.

"You've made me tea?" John said warmly, wanting to kiss those lips again so badly.

"I guess that's tea yea." Sherlock replied teasingly, feet padding softly as he drew closer. John rolled his eyes.
Sherlock handed the cup of tea and sat himself down next to him.

"Thank you." John said with adoration. Sherlock smiled as reply, sipping the tea contently. John sipped the tea as well, a little moustache of foam appearing on the top of John's lips as he drank. Sherlock chuckled softly at the sight.

"I won't see you for the rest of the day." John muttered, feeling somehow ashamed that he just said that aloud.

"I know." Sherlock sighed, placing the cup between his legs. "Another reason why I have to solve the case." He informed, sending John a little smile. John smiled back nodding slightly.

"I'm sure you will." He said warmly, placing his free hands on Sherlock's thigh. Sherlock blushed, placing his hand on Johns, entwining their fingers.

"The restaurant will be boring without you." He said and brought the cup of tea to his lips again, sipping it calmly.

"At least, now you can pay attention on the case." John said, with a playful smirk. Sherlock snorted. "Will you follow the suspect on the streets?" John asked with a little worry in his voice. It's quite risky to follow a serial killer on the streets of London. And John wasn't ready to lose the best thing that ever happened to him.

"Don't worry John. I will be careful if that happens." He said, squeezing John's hand.

"Wait, you were running in the middle of the night last time. What happened?" John asked, his eyebrows furrowing. He remembered that he heard screams the other night. And then suddenly Sherlock bumped into him.

"The night when I broke your phone?" Sherlock wondered. John nodded and sipped from his tea again. "I thought I found the suspect. I really thought I got him. He entered a townhouse, getting greeted by a woman. But it seemed that he was cheating on his wife with her, nothing unusual." Sherlock informed him.

"What about the screams?" John asked. There was a blush blooming over Sherlock's face as he looked at his lap.

"I was looking through the window the whole time. I had to be sure. The woman noticed me staring while..." Sherlock trailed off, a look of disgust on his face, not needing to tell more because John knew exactly what Sherlock was going to say. A wide smile spread across John's face.

"Oh my god Sherlock." John chuckled adorably, causing Sherlock to smile down at his small man. "You keep amazing me." John blurted out, laughing softly.

"I do?" Sherlock asked, slightly confused.

"Yes. Come 'ere." John brought their lips together, feeling Sherlock wrap his hands around his face and melt into the kiss with a soft moan. John softly pulled away after a while, and hovered his lips below Sherlocks, feeling the man's warm breath hit him. "You're brilliant Sherlock." John said breathlessly. Sherlock wasn't used to compliments from anyone, he looked into John's hazel eyes for a moment before bending down again to take another kiss from John.

After thirty minutes cuddling, kissing, tea and having a conversation about cases. John reluctantly got out of the bed and started pulling on his clothes. Thankfully they were dry. John had to go to his apartment first, taking some documents from his patients.

"See you soon." John mumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around Sherlock's lean body as they were standing at the door. Sherlock's sharp chin dig into the top of John's head slightly. He sighed, nodding. "Solve the case for me." John said gently, and pulled away, standing on his tip toes to place a lingering kiss on Sherlock's cupid bow lips.

"I will." Sherlock said with a smile.

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