Hello, this is going to be a collection of Johnlock drabbles, they might be linked, might not be, not sure yet! but i hope you enjoy!

Early morning light was streaming through a gap in the curtains, a warm spot of sunlight centring itself on John's right cheek. His facial muscles twitched, coming alive, his Brain firing up as he surfaced to consciousness. Automatically he raised one of his hands to protect the side of his face currently being assaulted by sunlight, but found he was met with a resistance of some sort.

'What the hell?'

John tentatively cracked his eyes open, shutting them almost immediately once again when met with the bright sunlight. Luckily after a few moments he was able to blink them open, and he could finally assess the scene.

His arm was, apparently, unable to reach his face, because a certain consulting detective was holding onto it with his large, bony hands. Well, John assumed it was Sherlock, as all he could see was the top of a mop of brown curls, thrown haphazardly all over the place, and the tip of a nose buried into his bare chest. Focussing more closely on what his own body was doing, he found that the arm not trapped by Sherlock was around Sherlock's t-shirt covered back, and that his legs were trapped by Sherlock's own, which were curled up to make up for their height difference.

John smiled to himself, remembering: 'were in a relationship now'. It was strange to think that self-proclaimed sociopath, although John could see right through that facade, Sherlock Holmes would actually be interested in a relationship, and John felt extremely blessed that he had been chosen. Well, it had been a joint decision, obviously, one he was extremely glad they had both made. Together.

John sighed, nestling his face into Sherlock's curls and placing a kiss into them. From below he heard a groan, and Sherlock shifted slightly in his arms, wriggling against John's chest.

John chuckled, "Morning."

Sherlock breathed in deeply, eyelashes fluttering and tickling the hairs on John's chest. "Hmmph."

John chuckled again, rubbing circles into Sherlock's back through his think t-shirt. "You comfy there?" he asked.

"Hmmm." A sound of affirmation was all he got back, and so he tightened his hold on Sherlock.

John floated along on a cloud of happiness for a few moments before realising he should check the time as he had an actual job to go to, and could not afford to laze around all day, unlike some people- as nice as this was. Moving as little as he could, John titled his head to the side, eyes catching the ray of sunlight again and causing him to wince, so that he could peer at the digital clock placed on the bedside table.

7:33

John really should be getting up now: making tea, having a shower, breakfast, forcing Sherlock to eat something...it was a pity he had to move, their cocoon of warmth was so comfortable.

"Sherlock," he muttered, "I've got to get up, i have a job to get to."

Sherlock groaned, his hold on John's arm becoming tighter. "No."

John sighed, hating himself for it but forcing himself to be practical. "Lounging around all day won't pay the bills."

Sherlock groaned once again, legs locking John's more securely in place, before nestling his head further into John's chest, giving John a glimpse of two closed eyes, eyelashes fanning out, soft and contrasting to the sharp lines of his cheekbones.
"No. C'll in sick." He muttered.

John sighed, exasperated. "I can't phone in sick when I'm not actually sick, Sherlock."

"Yes you can."

"No." 'Dammit, John, be resolute, even if you don't want to be!'

A muffled groan and Sherlock once again snuggled further into John's embrace. "Please."

John scowled: Sherlock knew John could not resist if he said the P word. And dammit he couldn't have even tried to if he wanted to. Being here, with Sherlock, snuggled to his chest, in the comfortable nest of their bed, was a much better deal than the cold and sanitary surgery.

"Well, I suppose one day wouldn't be too..."

"Good." Sherlock mumbled, yawning against John's chest and causing a warm patch to rise up on his skin. "And then perhaps tomorrow too..."

John chuckled, holding Sherlock more securely in his arms. "Perhaps..."

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