There were so many firsts, too many to count really. The less important firsts were mostly forgotten, but the more important ones were a part of the couple, they /made/ Sherlock and John, the most important of their firsts, surrounded them, never to be forgotten. Of all of them, there were five in particular that the couple held dear to their hearts, cherished them, and would never be forgotten.
The first Glance
It started it all really, the glance that lead to everything. There John sat, knife in hand spreading a thin layer of berry preserves over his lightly burnt toast, Sherlock of course directly across him staring blankly at the newspaper, because /honestly/ what could he learn from a newspaper that he didn't already? Aside from the current sale going on at Oasis. More useless information. He set the paper down with a disgruntled sigh. John glanced up, taking a bite of his toast. Sherlock was still looking down, he grabbed a spoon and cracked open the boiled egg residing on a plate in front of him. Once he thought he wasn't being watched Sherlock glanced up, only to see Johns beautiful blue eyes looking back at him…observing him. The gaze lasted longer than intended, Sherlock eventually clearing his throat and looking away, asking "Could you pass the salt?" trying to cover up the fact he had been close to 'checking out' his best mate.