THE LIGHT
John woke the next day and he reached his arm to the clock on his right. Light was peeping through his curtains and he could read the clock face without the extra illumination setting. 10:09. 10 O'CLOCK? He tried to pull himself into a sitting position on his bed but found himself restrained. He looked down and saw a pale arm snaked around his waist. He smiled and shifted his shoulders to face Sherlock with his eyes tightly closed and his breathing heavy. He must have snuck into John's bed during the night. He sighed softly at the beautiful sight of Sherlock's dark mop of hair falling over his face. He nestled his nose into Sherlock's locks and felt the man exhale steadily into his neck. John smiled.
'Sherlock, when are you going to learn? I'm a doctor for Christ's sake.'
Sherlock's eyes flickered open showing sleepy eyes.
'I thought for sure I had you convinced this time' he sighed with a smile.
He caught the collar of John's baggy t-shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Sherlock wrapped his arms and legs around John so John was nice and snug wrapped in a blanket of warm hands and feet. John kept his hands in Sherlock's hair and pushed his fingers through it.
'You seem to have developed some strange obsession with my hair John' Sherlock muttered breaking from the kiss for only a second before continuing to explore John's mouth, still new to him.
'I like it like this.'
Sherlock pulled away for a second and smiled at John before pulling him back into his arms and moving his own nose into his John's hair, in it's not-so-military hair cut.
'Me too' he sighed before he fell into a light sleep wrapped around his John.
And it was true, he looked sad when he didn't think he could see him. But he was happy when he was with him. John, his Light in the Black.