A one-shot of Sherlock BBC. I own nothing beside my OC and the story itself.
He was late, really late. It was nearly one in the morning in London, England. Normally being so late didnt bother him, but he had a special someone waiting for him at home- a special little German woman named Monika.
The cabbie pulled up to their home of 221B Baker Street, breaking the silence of their neighborhood. As always, John paid the cab fare while Sherlock went ahead. He hung his coat and scarf on the coat hanger and ditched his shoes at the entrance of the loft. He approached his bedroom and pushed the door open, a bit surprised by what he saw.
Lying in his bed, fast asleep, was Monika. Her lilthe body was dressed in one of his grey button down shirts, cuddling into the pillow he always slept on. Sherlock changed into his pajamas, keeping his socks on, and sat in the edge of the bed. He removed the pillow from her arms, ignoring the whining of the redhead. He put the pillow back to its regular place, laying on his side of the bed. Sherlock scooted closer to Monika and buried his face into her neck, taking in her natural scent. Detecting the scent of his shampoo and body wash on her body made him chuckle, a small smirk on his face.
"Sher, you're home late."
"Correct." She smiled sleepily at him, opening her lids to reveal tired, hazel eyes.
"Welcome home." Home.. it had a nice ring to it...
"I'm home..." Sherlock closed his eyes, relaxing into her touch. That night the consulting detective slept better than he had in a long time.