A/n: Hey guise! So I haven't written any fanfictions since…forever…I've had no inspiration whatsoever so I'm trying to ease my way back by writing my first drabble fic :) Please leave a review it would mean so much to me! This is 100 % Johnlock slash – so if you don't like I would consider leaving…
Merliena :)
chapter notes: Contains fluff – early morning kisses – boyfriends – and tea being left o the table to go cold (I recommend sensitive tea drinkers don't read this, it pained me to write;))
Chapter One
Breakfast
John never usually awoke from his dreams peacefully. But lately, it seemed, that had changed. He awoke in a lazy morning haze, breathing in and inhaling a heavenly scent of what he thought to be bacon. He blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes like a small child, and yawned widely, looking around for Sherlock. The covers on Sherlock's side of the bed were thrown back, so he had obviously already awoken. For a few minutes he sat there contently, eyes half closed. He hardly wanted to move, but realised that his stomach was growling menacingly at him. John blamed the smell of bacon.
Sighing, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood stiffly up, stretching, and grabbing his green dressing gown. He padded across the short corridor and down the stairs to find Sherlock, who by the sound of it, was in the kitchen. He was standing by the oven, his back to the rest of the flat, holding a very large cookery book in his hand.
"What do you mean add it on afterwards? I've added it now haven't I, you stupid excuse for a cookery book!" Sherlock stated angrily, slamming the book on the counter. He seemed to realise that John was behind him, because he turned and his look softened. "Oh, good morning John." He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. It seemed an alien move for the detective, he looked so…human, John thought, grinning inwardly.
"Morning, Sherly." He replied, humming cheerfully and grabbing a newspaper that was set on the table. Sherlock winced at the nickname, before sliding over to the kettle to stir what looked like freshly made tea in a mug. He handed it to John, their fingers brushing slightly. "Thanks. What are you doing by the way?" John asked, suddenly realising that Sherlock had not only made him tea, but was cooking for him also. Hoping Sherlock hadn't been on something strange, he looked expectantly at his boyfriend for an answer.
"I was…" Sherlock hesitated, another unusual move, "Making you breakfast." He broke out into a grin and pointed to the bacon sizzling on a plate by the cooker.
John smiled pleasantly. "What for?" he asked, taking a swig of his tea.
"For being John Watson."
A cheesy line, but John found he liked it. He set his tea and newspaper on the table, knowing it would probably go cold, and took a step closer to Sherlock. He took the detective's hands in his, relishing the feel of their fingers lacing together. "I don't normally eat breakfast." John grinned up at him, cursing his shortness. Without another word he leant in and pressed his lips to Sherlock's. Sherlock's response was almost instant, gently running his fingers over John's palms. John would never get bored of kissing this man. Ever.
He could feel Sherlock's fingers leave his and wind themselves into his hair and he locked his arms around his neck. He pushed his tongue into Sherlock's impatient mouth, earning a low moan from the detective, and smiled blissfully into the kiss. Just as he was about to break away and tell Sherlock how much he loved him, he realised Sherlock was already pulling away, blinking softly.
He handed John the plate of his made breakfast and John laughed.
Perhaps he'd eat breakfast just this once.
Reviews would be lovely – It's a short chapter as a starter:D… More chapters depend on the amount of reviews! God knows how long this fic will continue, we'll just have to see. I have two more chapters planned at the moment but that will probably increase! PLEEASE REVIEW
LATERZZZ
Merliena :)