A/N: Oh woah, this story is getting more attention than I initially thought. I must thank my darling reviewers SoDamnSherlocked, KL08, Sendai, AzrielLolita, and CatoLaufeyson.
I have to give a huge shout out to RBnC. Without her there would be no Bound To You. She was the one to give me the initial spark for the story. She is the beautiful sounding board that helps when I'm stuck or unsure of a plot detail. She is the Moffat to my Gatiss.
Warning: this chapter has a bit of fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock, those are the creations of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and most importantly Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.
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John woke up with his face buried in Sherlock's chest. I could get used to this, John thought as he untangled his arms from Sherlock and stretched. As soon as he felt the other man pull away Sherlock's eyes snapped open. He looked down at John and got lost in the sight of the doctor; his blonde hair sticking up all over the place, looking golden in the morning sun streaming through the window. The way the doctor's tanned muscles rippled as he stretched.
John finished stretching and saw that Sherlock was awake and staring at him.
"Morning" John said resting his hand on Sherlock's hip and leaning up to kiss him.
John pulled away and slid out of bed. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and slipped them on, walking to the bathroom.
Sherlock got up and went to the kitchen when he heard the shower start. While waiting for John he cleaned up their dinner from the night before.
10 minutes later he was done with the kitchen and had the kettle on for tea. He walked back to his room and got there as John walked out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, another slung low on his hips.
John bumped into Sherlock's chest.
"Well hey there, trying to take a peek while I was in the shower? You know you could've joined in." John said lowering the towel, a cheeky smile on his face. Sherlock arched an eyebrow. John chuckled, placed a kiss on the genius' cheek. He then left, going to his room to put some clothes on.
Sherlock kept his eyes on John until the blonde was out of sight, and then went back to changing his sheets and taking a shower of his own.
John padded down to the kitchen in sweats and a t-shirt, picking up his coat from the night before in the hallway and hanging it up. He turned the kettle off and made 2 cups of tea. He then busied himself with making breakfast.
Sherlock still wasn't out when he was done cooking. John placed the plates on the table, opting to get the morning paper before sitting down.
Sherlock walked out of his room in a t-shirt, pajama pants, and blue dressing gown as John walked back in the flat, newspaper tucked under his arm.
John shot Sherlock a smile and sat down at the table placing the paper next to his plate. Sherlock joined him and ate his food. John unfolded the newspaper next to him and read the front page story while eating.
"Looks like Greg was right, the media's connected the killings."
Sherlock hummed his acknowledgement, opting to retreat into his mind palace designing a new experiment.
"So did you finally figure out who was killing these people?"
It took Sherlock a few seconds to register John's question.
"Huh...ah yes it was a schizophrenic patient of the therapist" Sherlock said distractedly, wondering how many toes he could get from Molly.
John didn't follow, but was relieved that they knew who the killer was, even though it took another person dying for it to happen. He went back to reading the paper, recognizing the distracted look Sherlock had. They finished their breakfast and John cleared the plates.
It was a rare day where John didn't have to work and Sherlock wasn't dragging him all over London for a case. John decided to that he was going to type up the Baskerville case for his blog. He grabbed his laptop off the desk and sat on the couch; balancing the computer on the arm of the couch, he started to type.
Sherlock, deciding he would start his experiment later, and grabbed some blank sheet music and a pencil. He stretched out on the couch, his head in John's lap, and started writing down John's song, humming the melody as he went.
John looked down when he suddenly had a head in his lap and smiled. John leaned down and gave Sherlock a soft, brief kiss before returning his attention to his laptop. They spent the rest of their morning like this, content just to be near the other.
It was early afternoon when they heard knocking downstairs. John was moving to get up when they heard Mrs. Hudson answer the door. He relaxed back and continued to edit Hounds of Baskerville.
Sherlock stayed where he lay, hands steepled under his chin, having finished writing the music score an hour earlier. He was glad when Mrs. Hudson answered the door, being this close to John was soothing.
A few moments after Mrs. Hudson had answered the door, Lestrade quietly walked into the lounge.
Greg took in the sight of Sherlock and John on the couch and he smiled. He was happy for the couple and a small feeling of longing went through him, as well as a bit of jealousy because he missed Mycroft.
"Yes Lestrade?"
Sherlock's voice had made John jump a little. He hadn't notice Greg enter. He looked over to his friend and smiled.
"Oh. Hey Greg."
"Well?" Sherlock asked a bit annoyed. Greg was intruding on his quiet day with John and the longer he stayed the more likely John was to get up; and Sherlock was quite comfortable.
Greg rolled his eyes and cleared his throat before speaking.
"The killer's name was James Straton, like you said he suffers from schizophrenia and was a patient of his last victim. We found him at home trying to wash the blood out of his shirt. He didn't put up a fight when we arrested him."
"Where you able to find out why he did it" John asked.
"He said that the victims looked at him the wrong way and they didn't like that" Greg stated, using air quotes to emphasize they.
"Is that all" Sherlock asked, his tone letting on to his boredom.
"I suppose. Just thought I'd come by to thank you, but no I'll just leave you be. I suppose I won't need your help for another month" Greg said, irritaded.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Oh stop your whining Lestrade. Just because Mycroft's out of town doesn't mean you need to get your knickers in a twist. It's not my fault he's too busy stuffing his face with cake to-"
"Sherlock!" John yelled. John had watched Greg grow increasingly irritated at Sherlock's words and the former army doctor had to stop his lover before he went too far.
Sherlock looked up at John with an expression that said he didn't know why John was upset.
"Oh you very well know what you did" John muttered under his breath, looking down at Sherlock pointedly.
Sherlock expression changed to one a 5 year old would have when a parent was forcing them to apologize.
"Yes or you can forget about anything happening for a long while" John whispered threateningly.
Sherlock saw the determination in John's look and knew exactly what the doctor meant. He let out an exasperated sigh and looked over to Greg.
"I'm sorry you're insecure in your relationship with my brother Lestrade."
Greg let out an annoyed huff; it wasn't the apology he had expected but it was an apology nonetheless. John scowled down at Sherlock and abruptly got up, letting the genuis' head drop on couch. Sherlock rolled over on the couch, his back to the two men, muttering darkly under his breath.
John shook his head and Greg sported a smug smirk.
"Greg would you like a cup of tea?" John asked walking to the kitchen.
"Yeah, alright" Greg said, following John.
Greg leaned against a counter as John went about make tea for the both of them. When he was done he handed Greg a mug and leaned against his own counter, facing his friend.
"I'm sorry about Sherlock, I swear he has a screw loose" John apologized.
"It's alright, I'm used to Sherlock's insults." Greg sipped on his tea before looking over at John.
"So you two looked cozy" Greg said, a wistful smile on his face.
John blushed and sipped his tea. He saw the wistful smile on Greg's face.
"So, is Mycroft out of town?"
"Yeah he left last night."
"That must be tough."
"It can be….frustrating, but I knew what I was getting myself into."
John nodded, "Well if you ever need to talk."
"I know, thanks."
The two men finished drinking their tea in silence. Greg sighed and put his empty cup on the counter.
"As much as I would like to stay, I have a mountain of paperwork back at the office. Thanks for the cuppa."
"No problem; like I said if you need to talk, let me know." John walked Greg out then went back to the lounge. Sherlock was still on the couch his back to John.
"Oh quit sulking Sherlock, you were out of line with that comment and you know it."
Sherlock sighed. He didn't want to completely ruin the day he had with John. Sherlock got up and walked over to John, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist.
"I didn't mean to make you angry, how can I ever make it up to you?" Sherlock looked down at John, the sincerity in his eyes.
Try as he might, John couldn't help but smile. He stretched his head up and kissed Sherlock.
"I'm not angry, just annoyed. Greg's our friend, and you don't say things like that to friends."
John kissed Sherlock again and sat down on the couch. He placed his laptop in his lap and went back to editing Hounds of Baskerville. Sherlock picked up his violin, took a few moments to tune it, then started playing. John looked up from his laptop smiling, recognizing the melody from when Sherlock had hummed it earlier. They spent the rest of the day quietly, basking in the domesticity. The lazy kisses they exchanged in bed that night would be something John would always cherish.
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I'm sorry was that too fluffy? The feels too much to handle? Let me know. I will take incoherent gushing. It's what keeps me writing.