Jumper

A/N- This one is my favorite so far. Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, a little bit of suggestive themes towards the end.

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John entered the flat, dragging a suitcase and a duffle bag behind him. He had been out of town for a few days visiting Harry, and it was great to be back.

But he wasn't greeted by Sherlock's normal shenanigans. He shut the door, placed his bags on the ground, and searched the dim room for the man. He found him snoozing on the couch and approached him with a soft smile. He took in everything- how his legs draped over the arm because of his height, how disheveled and haphazard his dark hair was, how peaceful he looked in his rare form of slumber...

And lastly, the somewhat-too-small pale blue jumper that he wore. It was one of John's bigger ones, and Sherlock looked absolutely adorable in it.

John reached out to stroke Sherlock's cheek, rubbing his thumb across the smooth, pale surface. Sherlock stirred, eyes flickering opening. "You're home." he murmured with a drowsy grin. Returning it, John leaned down and kissed his forehead, replying with a "Mhmm" against it. He began to pull back when Sherlock reached out and grasped his hand gently, intertwining their fingers and pulling him back to press his lips against his. John carefully situated himself above his boyfriend, knees bracing either side of him, lips slowly and carefully caressing his. After a short amount of time, he forced himself away, much to Sherlock's disappointment. But John had to ask before he forgot. "Why are you wearing my jumper?" Sherlock seemed suddenly embarrassed as his cheeks tinged a light red. "I missed you..." he admitted quietly. John grinned broadly before bringing Sherlock in for another kiss, this one more intimate than the last. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him down completely to where he was laying on him. In return, John slid his hands into his curls, fingering the silky strands. Sherlock moaned quietly against his touch, relishing it after its absence. John smiled and pulled away slightly, face hovering above his lover's. "I missed you too. And you look rather adorable in my clothes, love."

"Well you'd look adorable with them off." Sherlock replied with a husky voice, and trailed kisses along the blond's jawline and neck. John moaned, gripping the detective's hair tightly. "Bedroom?"

"Couch." Sherlock managed, and then attacked John's lips with his.