John awoke to the warmth of Sherlocks arm over his chest. He breathed in deeply and sighed, "Was this really happening?" For months now he had waited for this moment, and now it was here he wouldn't ruin it for the world. Unless of course they were both extremely drunk last night. But John begged that wasn't an option.
Just as he was about to drift back to sleep he heard a muffled groan from the other side of the bed.
"Sherlock" John whispered nudging him awake.
"Sherlock, were we drunk last night?"
"John" He grunted back before lifting his arm off of John. He leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Trust me, we were not drunk".
They continued to gaze into each others eyes until they just had to blink. Then he whispered in Johns ear softly.
"Listen, Lestrade shouldn't be here for at least another hour". He said before winking at John.
They leant in closely and began to kiss passionately, each others tongues demanding entry. But just when things were starting to get serious, there came a loud thud at the door.
"Sorry Sherlock, for being so early, but this case is urgent".
Lestrade pushed into the room quickly and closed the door behind him.
"Mrs Hudson leant me a spare key as this very import…"
He swivelled around on his heels but immediately regretted it. He winced at the two men lying in bed awkwardly, as they turned outwards from each other. Lestrades face has gone an alarming shade of pale pink as he stared at them.
"Just go along ok" Sherlock whispered before confidently talking to Lestrade.
"Oh good god John I'm so sorry I must have been so drunk last night" He jumped back in the bed, pulled on a pair of pants and hopped out of the bed innocently.
He wobbled back on his feet leaning on the bed pole for strength, John secretly knew that he was acting. But Lestrade just seemed to believe it.
"So..erm..hi John" Stomached Lestrade as he watched John sit up slowly and Sherlock stumble over to the coffee table in the kitchen.
"Well Lestrade w-w-whats the big c-case t-t-today then"? He stuttered.
Well it looked like Sherlock was doing a very good job of acting drunk, drugged or something of the sort.
"Look, Sherlock I can come back tomorrow, you really need to go back to bed ok"?
"B-But you said there was an urgent case…I like cases you know.." He was really getting the message to Lestrade that he needed to be alone all day.
"Not today Sherlock, I would make John come instead but he might need to stay with
you". Sherlock was winning.
John watched as Lestrade glanced at the clock and in that split second that he did, he saw Sherlock wink at him and mouth "Good or what?"
He mouthed "Very good" back to him and turned back to his watch before Lestrade looked back at them.
"Very well then" John chirped in "I don't mind staying for today but tomorrow Sherlock, you need to go in ok"?
"Ok John" He muttered and John put him back in the bed covers.
"There, now sorry about that Lestrade" He giggled at Sherlock lying there oblivious to their conversation about him, or so Lestrade thought.
"Its ok John, really, I know what Sherlock can be like, so we're cool" He said calmly before smiling at John and Sherlock and leaving flat 221b.