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That was a awkward night, He and Sherlock have slept each in their own room, no cuddling before sleep because Sherlock was on a "mission" and he had a night patient, an old friend has called asking for some medical advice, he couldn't just say "I'm waiting for someone"...

Yet he got home before Sherlock, fell asleep on the couch woke up by midnight with a terrible pain on the shoulder.

"I worried with Sherlock's absence, I have to get some proper sleep so I can look for him in the morning"

Sherlock got home by one, tired of Lestrade's and Anderson's bullshit…

"Of course the murder was a file burning I said.. 'No it MUST have more layers in this crime' they said…. Humpf"

Sherlock really thought John could be waiting for him

"He always waits"

But then he realized the time and went to sleep in his own room, feeling his dearest nonattendance…

John got up early on the other day, put on some beige jumper and some jeans, look for Sherlock signs without going to his bedroom, found some new eyes on the refrigerator.

"Yeah he got home, and I need do go to the grocery store so I can make a nice breakfast for us both, he must be starving"

John got out, got a cab and went to the store, meanwhile Sherlock woke up, put his purple shirt

"Jawn likes this one, maybe he gets happy when sees me with it"

Sherlock, fully dressed, sits on his couch, turns on the TV and waits…

Gets bored, chance channel, sits upside down and waits….

Turn off the TV, lay on the floor and waits, now he hears someone opening the 221B door.

"It must be Jawn"

John, with the groceries, go upstairs.

"Hope Sherlock still sleeping, I can make pancakes, coffe… Wake him up with a kiss on the forehead, watch his sleepy eyes while listening to last night's issues…"

Before John can open the flat's door Sherlock does it

S: "Morning!"

J:" Thought you were still sleeping, got some things for a nice breakfast, missed you last night…."

S: "Lestrade and Anderson where being stupid and narrow minded as usual, nothing too new, it was a file burning"

J+S:"Just like you said when Lestrade first called you"

Their eyes meet, John have those well-known admiration puppy eyes while Sherlock's are not ice cold as usual put tender and loving.

S:"Missed you last night too"

J:" Not only my company I presume"

S:" No, not at all"

The groceries bags are already on the floor, Shelock strides toward John hugs him tenderly and give him a quick kiss.

J:"WHY NO TONGUES?!"

S: "It's nine in the afternoon, Mrs Hudson must be sleeping"

John starts pushing Sherlock to his room.

"Remember no rapid moves, last time we broke his bed and until now he's sleeping in a single bed"

J:"She's not at home, she went buying christmas presents, and decoration and ginger bread men for our party. We are alone, and she besides hear us every night."

S:"… Jawn, you are one fucking convincing bloke"

Sherlock's scarf is already hanging on the door, a signal they created so Mrs. Hudson knows where they are and what they are doing and doesn't see what she doesn't want.

J:" YOU PLANNED THIS WHOLE SCENE"

S:"Of course, it gets more exiting with some role playing"

J:" I can feel it, but you could have said it"

They are already on Sherlock's room

S:"Why are your jumpers still on you?

J:"Same reason you purple shirt of sex is still on your body"

Their clothes were all messed in the floor, Sherlock's overall is hanging alone on the hanger, John's jumper make a beautiful pair with Sherlock's purple shirt, both carelessly tossed on the floor, their pants making a strange symmetry. When John wake up he will not pick up them, not even care about them will leave there as a trophy wrap himself with Sherlock's robe and go do some pancakes. Them wake up Sherlock just like he imagined earlier, wrapped him on the sheets.

"Bed sheets fit better in Sherlock than real clothes"

And have a late breakfast.