John woke up, and saw Sherlock sleeping quietly, his arms around John's waist. John smiled as he remembered the events of the previous night. He hoped that Sherlock really would play for him sometime. He would like that. He stroked Sherlock's hair as he lay with him, not wanting to get up. It was Saturday, so John had the day off. They didn't have a case yet, as Sherlock had just returned, and Lestrade was on holiday somewhere, so John planned on spending the whole weekend with Sherlock being lazy.
After about ten more minutes, Sherlock slowly started to wake up too. He opened his eyes, and saw John already awake, and stroking his hand through Sherlock's hair.
"Morning love." John murmured to him .
"Good morning." Sherlock yawned, and stretched his face up to John's kissing him good morning, then leaning back to study John's face. "You've only been up for ten minutes then. Are you supposed to be at the clinic this weekend?"
"Nope," John said happily. "Just me and you."
Sherlock smiled. Perfect. These were his favourite kind of days, just him and John, spending the whole day in each others company. "Do you want some breakfast?"
Contrary to popular belief, Sherlock was good at cooking, because it, as he put it,
"Simply chemistry John." So John nodded, and they made their way downstairs into the kitchen, and Sherlock started to make some eggs.
"Sherlock?"
"Mm?"
"Will you play me a song today?"
Sherlock laughed. "Absolutely. Found a new interest?" John grinned.
"Well I've decided I love hearing you play."
Sherlock smiled dopily, and then abandoned the eggs to go over to John and straddle his thighs. John placed his hands in Sherlock's hips, and leaned in to kiss him.
"I love you." Sherlock murmured against John's lips.
"I love you too." John answered, breaking away. "Now you may want to check on those eggs before you distract me and we end up burning down the flat."
"Mrs. Hudson wouldn't mind. She loves me." Sherlock answered, getting off John's lap, and going to put the eggs on a plate for John. John rolled his eyes. It's true, Mrs. Hudson would probably still love Sherlock if he burned the flat to the ground.
"So, any special requests?" Sherlock inquired as he sat down across from John, waiting for him to finish eating.
"Hmm. Play another song about us." John grinned. "I think those will be my favourite." Sherlock laughed, taking John's plate to dump in the sink.
"Very well. Give me a couple minutes to think of one." He said, walking into the living room. John nodded. "I'll start washing the dishes then." He called to the living room.
He heard Sherlock play a few ideas before he was done the dishes, and by the time he came into the living room, Sherlock was ready. He pulled John on to his lap, and gave him a kiss on the neck before beginning to play.
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
John smiled, surprised. He actually recognized the song. During the time he had thought Sherlock dead, he thought of him whenever he heard it. He looked at Sherlock, and felt his insides warm at what he saw. Apparently Sherlock enjoyed the piano more than he let on. The detective's body was relaxed and he was utterly focused on the song.
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
John grinned. He'd have to remember to hold him to that.
'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up
I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to
teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am
No, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up, still looking up.
Well, I won't give up
God knows I'm tough enough
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
Sherlock finished the song, and turned to John expectantly. "Well? Did you like it?"
John grinned and gave him a kiss. "It was amazing Sherlock. Out of curiosity, how did you choose the song?"
Sherlock grinned. "Actually, remember last week when you dragged me to Tesco with you?" Sherlock grimaced as if in pain, and John rolled his eyes.
"Fondly." He answered.
"Well, the song was playing, and you were humming the words. You probably didn't even know you were doing it. Is it a song you like?"
John nodded. "It was a song I listened to a lot when I thought you were dead." Sherlock tensed, and John felt the arms around his waist tighten.
"Was it- a bit... Was it not good then?" Sherlock asked hesitantly.
"No, no," John assured him "it was perfect. It has good memories now that you're really mine." He rested his head on Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock hummed in contentment, and John felt his arms relax. After a few moments, he asked "So you really like the piano, don't you?"
John nodded. "I don't know why, I just always have. I like it even more when you're playing it actually." Sherlock beamed.
"I'll play for you anytime you want." He promised.
