Sherlock touched two cold fingers to his wrist, remembering the warmth that radiated from John hand onto his. He had never really felt that before, loving touch, and it felt sorta…nice? When would John wake up? Why was it taking him so long, was he going to sleep for another hour? two? Would it be rude to wake him? Sherlocks mind raced, flooding his mind palace like rainwater, different thoughts about john, what he should do when his flat mate awoke, should he make tea? How do you say thank you to someone who comforted you over a criminal mastermind returning from the dead? Did tea cover that?
He slammed his head down into his cold hands. "Shut up" He muttered to himself, to his active mind. Mrs. Hudson turned around from the kitchen, "I haven't said anything!" She shouted, her face getting twisted, well, it was always like that anyway. "Morning" John's voice broke Sherlock from his thoughts. His voice was deep, smooth and cautious, walking in on an argument between Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson was a normal thing actually. Sherlock slowly raised his head and took a side glance at John as he peered out of the flats' window. John looked well rested, his hair was ruffled in the back and slightly sticking up on the sides, It made him look younger, youthful almost. Sherlock found himself oddly smiling, he wiped it away and took a sip of his tea. "Oh John!" Mrs. Hudson gasped, and gleefully rushed to the awkward man. She kissed his cheek and gave him a light pat on the shoulder. "Sherlock and I are so glad you've moved back in-" She started, all the while making sherlock raise his brows and blush ever so slightly. "Ah," John shook his hand, and tilted his head. "I- I haven't moved back in Mrs. Hudson, I'm just …over" He said strangely, technically not knowing what he was doing, he didn't want to go back with Mary, and when he thought of home, the flat automatically popped into his mind..
"Oh.. Well you are welcome too, Sherlock gets quite lonely without you, I hear him pacing at all hours, and the experiments! hes been putting human.. human organs in my fridge! My Fridge!-" Sherlock Cleared his throat, feeling weird. "Mrs. Hudson, I thought you were going to get biscuits." He said coldly, but the sentence made a small smile appear on Johns lips. "Oh, hush Sherlock, you're so rude in the mornings. How did you sleep John? Better than with Mary?" Mrs. Hudson pushed, smiling at the two of them. John opened his mouth to protest, but then remembered technically he did 'sleep' with Sherlock the night before, and he did sleep exceptionally better than he did with Mary.. "We didn't.. I did" he said shortly, confusing himself. Mrs. Hudson winked at the two of them, before sherlock flung his teacup against the wall, causing it to shatter. Mrs. Hudson jumped, her jaw dropping. "Sherlock!" She howled, He shrugged and looked at her sarcasm in his eyes. "Well looks like you really need to go to the store now, to get cups and biscuits." John nearly choked on laughter, god he missed this, Sherlock.
"Sherlock, If you wanted to be alone with him you should have sa-"
"Mrs. Hudson" The two of them said in sync. She threw up her hands and walked out huffing.
The pair of them waited for her to get down the stairs before bursting out in laughter. John was the first to quieten, his gaze fell on Sherlock, remembering the fragile, more sensitive and lovable version of his friend from the previous night. Sherlock now sat in his dressing robe and pajama pants, his pale chest showing between the open folds of the robe, john willed himself to look away, but couldn't deny that it was hard.
John cleared his throat and walked into the kitchen, Set on making a cup of tea, Sherlock then remembered that he had planned on making the 'thank you for comforting me because Moriarty is or isn't dead and is scaring me to death' cup of tea. Sherlock rushed past him and put his hand out. "Let me" He said, and then mentally cursed himself for saying that let me, let me over eager, annoying, childish,loving. "Let you.. make me.. a cup of tea? You're rubbish at tea, thats why Mrs. Hudson makes it.." John said comically. He pushed in front of Sherlock and grabbed a mug, that may or may not be clean depending on how close you inspect. Sherlock pushed him with his shoulder, "I make great tea, you just dont appreciate it. Move." He said, John laughed and grabbed the mug back from Sherlock "I want to make my own tea" He said, slightly grinning way too much. "Nonsense, no one wants to make their own tea, hence Mrs. H" Sherlock said, and pushed past him once more, sloppily grabbing two tea bags. John huffed and tried to grab the mug once more, before Sherlock moved, and John mistakenly grabbed Sherlock's waist. His touch lingered for a moment after he removed his hand, his own cheeks hot. "I don't mind" Sherlock said a little too quickly. Remembering his more drunken self on John's stag night, when the same thing happened more or less, but he really didn't mind. SHIT, too eager sherlock, god what is wrong with you, too eager, too annoying, he is going to run, he is going to go back to mary, and you're going to be alone. John smiled awkwardly, letting Sherlock make the tea to avoid that happening again. Sherlock kept thinking and thinking too eager too eager, damn why do you care so much, this is petty. Before he shouted "Shut up" To himself, only out loud once more. John snapped his head around. "You alright mate?" He said raising a brow and a corner of his mouth. "Hmm? Fine, Mind palace" He said quickly, Damn it Sherlock, Just make the tea.
