After breakfast, John went to do the dishes - a chore he hadn't done in a few days, and the sink was almost overflowing - while Sherlock sprawled on the sofa in his usual dramatic fashion. John could feel the detective watching him, observing, cataloguing. It was what Sherlock always did, but this time it was different. This time Sherlock was looking at John from an entirely new perspective.
When John had finished with the dishes, he moved to the sitting room. He was about to sit down in his chair, but after a moment's pause he sat down on the edge of the sofa instead.
Sherlock shifted onto his back and looked up at John, who returned his gaze with a small smile. Reaching up, the detective took hold of John's hand, running a thumb over his knuckles. John reached over with his free hand and tangled his fingers in Sherlock's hair, then bent over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Then Sherlock's lips were on his as the detective pulled John into a lying position on top of him. John felt an arm wrap around him as Sherlock pulled him closer, then felt the other man's legs become entangled with his own as Sherlock attempted to eliminate any distance between their bodies. John responded with enthusiasm, deepening the kiss as he let himself become lost in the taste and smell and feel of Sherlock...
They were interrupted by the sound of Sherlock's phone, which sat on the coffee table, going off, indicating had a text message. Sherlock broke the kiss and let go of John's hand in order to reach for it, but the arm wrapped around John's middle didn't loosen.
Silence as Sherlock checked his phone, then, "Lestrade."
"New case?"
"Yes."
For a moment, John was annoyed at the interruption, but then he remembered that he and Sherlock could do this whenever they wanted to, and he couldn't help grinning at the thought. "Well then. Maybe you better let me up so we can go, yeah?"
Sherlock actually looked reluctant, and John's jaw almost dropped. Was the great Sherlock Holmes legitimately having trouble deciding between him and a new case? If John had harbored any doubts about Sherlock's attraction to him, this dispelled all of them.
Predictably, though, work came first. Sherlock eased John off him and then sat up. "Shouldn't take long," he said. "A case that has the Yard baffled definitely doesn't equate a difficult one."
John chuckled, and Sherlock's mouth quirked upwards in his characteristically crooked smile. He kissed John's hand again. "Care to join me?"
"Of course. You'd be lost without me, after all."
"Yes," Sherlock said, nodding. "I would." He gazed into John's eyes for a moment before kissing him lightly. "I truly would."