Title: A Secret.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This came to me while I was watching "A Scandal in Belgravia" earlier tonight, again.
Summary: Sherlock had the flat for himself for the night and he was determined to catch up with his lover. Slash, hints of sex and blatant disregard to Sherlock's plot line.
It was five in the morning and Sherlock was already awake, he was still in bed; still-as-stone as not to wake his bed companion up.
He missed this, missed watching his lover sleep against him, and playing with his ever messy, unruly hair.
Last night - and once he had made sure he was alone, Sherlock went through the drawer of his desk trying to find the mirror Harry gave him years ago. Ten minutes later appearing in front of him with an almost silent pop was Harry.
They rarely got chances like this any more, with Sherlock increasing popularity and the danger of Moriarty; Harry's demanding job when they got they were both too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.
They talk for a while, catching up, however once Harry pulls out his wand from his pocket and with the charms in place, Sherlock pulls Harry for a kiss, which leads them to the bedroom where Sherlock begins to re-identify himself with Harry's body.
Around ten to six Sherlock detaches himself from Harry in anticipation to John's message about this murder.
"Sherlock?" Harry calls out, already missing the warmth Sherlock provided.
"A new case came up, go back to sleep." Sherlock reassures Harry, lightly kissing his hair. Taking a new sheet with him, Sherlock wraps it around himself as he makes his way to the living room.
Harry lays back in the bed; snuggles to Sherlock's pillow. Five minutes more and I am up, Harry thought as he closed his eyes.
However, five minutes later Harry was awakened by the sound of foreign footsteps making their way towards the bedroom. Reaching out for his wand, Harry made himself invisible and watched as this stranger collected clothes for Sherlock apparently, and he did not spare a second glance to the strange – obviously someone else's clothes strewn around the bedroom. Breathing a sigh of relief that the stranger was finally gone, Harry grabbed his clothes and with a silent pop he was gone, trusting that Sherlock would be able to take care of himself.