Sherlock was home alone, and as perusual, he was bored. John had been gone for the past two and a half days and, as hard as it was for him to admit, he missed him. He missed the cups of tea, he missed the complaints about him playing the violin at four am, he even missed the idiotic jumpers he wore, hideous things. He fell back down onto the settee, stretching himself out, something slipped off the arm of the chair and landed on the ground with a soft whumf sound, he picked it up, holding the soft material gently in his hands, the horrid thing was one of John s favourites, cream coloured with a crisscross pattern along the front, he pressed it to his face, breathing in John s scent a musky, earthy smell mixed with something from the night before John left, Sherlock loosened his robe and quickly removed it, tugging John s jumper up and over his head, standing to stretch out the material, it was soft against his skin and smelt of John, the jumper barely reaching his naval he landed back onto the settee folding his arms and pressing his face into the material rubbing his nose against it.
The door downstairs was unlocked, the sound of footsteps moving across the hallway to the staircase, Sherlock got up off the settee trying to pull the jumper off but it got stuck around his head, he kept trying to pull it away but it only succeeded in making him stumble about the room, the sound of a key turning in the latch, Sherlock stumbled backwards the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the coffee table sending him falling, John walked through the door saying Sherlock, I m I- uh to find his flatmate Sherlock Holmes legs propped up on the coffee table,
sprawled across the floor, with his favourite cream jumper stuck around his head, he had to lean against the doorframe for support as he was laughing so much. Sherlock got back up on his feet,
and stumbled over to John John, stop laughing and get me out of this infernal thing! His voice muffled slightly by the thick material, R-right John lifted the jumper slightly so Sherlock s mouth was uncovered and pressed his lips lightly against his, he gave open-mouthed breathy kisses as he tugged the rest of the jumper off of Sherlock s head. He smiled against his lips, glancing up at Sherlock s face which had a small flush spreading across his cheeks, he placed his lips against Sherlock s again so, he said breathily mind telling me why you had my jumper on? Sherlock froze and pulled away from him, grabbing his robe and wrapping it around himself as he did, I was deducing, John in a tone of voice that would suggest it was obvious.
Deducing? Deducing what? John asked, Sherlock simply made his way up to his bedroom Care to find out? .
