Sherlock awoke to find John's head resting against his bare chest, the night before was a stain in Sherlock normally crystal clear memory. All he remembered was pure enjoyment as well as, a love for John he had ever felt before and... Losing his virginity, A secret he was determined to keep from John, the fact John was his first seemed, somewhat, embarrassing to the proud detective. John's eyes fluttered open, tickling Sherlock's chest.
"Morning beautiful," John's voice heavy with affection and caring.
"Really John must you reduce our relationship to meaningless pet names."
"That was not a pet name, I was being nice, a pet name would be something like... Flufflebonbons."
"Well in that case, thank you, you look extremely... Beautiful yourself."
"Thank you Sherlock, you know I enjoyed last night very much." John's smile beaming up at Sherlock's tired face.
"So did I, so John are we, together now?"
"I'd say so, wouldn't you?
"Yes."
"In that case, you've just made me the happiest guy on the planet."
"Same here." John leaned up to kiss his new partner, no longer through employment but through love. "Do you want breakfast?" Sherlock said, grazing John's nose with his lips.
"Yes please."
"Okay." Sherlock pulled himself out from under the covers, revealing to John his slender frame, all of it.
"Sherlock you might want to put some clothes on."
"Why don't you like my naked body?" Sherlock said, striking some ridiculous pose.
"I do, but Mrs Hudson might not." As john spoke she pointed to the old women standing behind Sherlock.
"Oh, hello Mrs Hudson, fancy bringing us in some tea?" Said Sherlock walking back to the bed.
"Of course dear," She replied, walking out the room, giggling.