John groaned as he hauled his suitcase up the stairs of Baker Street. He had been gone a week for a medical conference in Sweden and was a bit nervous opening the door to the flat. Sherlock could do a lot in a week.
Bracing himself for flaming curtains and body parts on the ceiling, John slowly nudged the door open. Inside was one of the most surprising sights John had ever witnessed.
Sherlock was curled up on the couch sound asleep, which in and of itself was not odd, Sherlock often passed out on the couch. It was what Sherlock was wearing that threw John off; he was wearing one of John's sweaters.
It looked unimaginably awkward on the tall man's lanky frame, too big in the middle and much too short in the arms. Nevertheless, Sherlock was sleeping soundly, surrounded by John's scent and familiarity.
Making a mental note to tease Sherlock about his supposed "lack of sentiment," John quietly, not to disturb the sleeping detective, took his suitcase to his room and quickly changed into more comfortable clothing. Officially out of his airport clothes, John tip-toed back into the living room and took in the sight of Sherlock once again. With a small smile on his face, John grabbed a blanket and threw it over Sherlock's sleeping form. Content that his friend was comfortable and warm; John made himself a cup of tea and took a seat in his chair. As he pulled up the newspaper from the coffee table, he couldn't help but think,
Evenings like this will never get old.
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I'm so sorry for the delay! To make it up to you, I wanted to give you this little Monday evening "treat" ;) I promise a full chapter by Saturday! And I have to give some of the credit for this story to Tumblr for talking about how cute it would be for Sherlock to wear one of John's sweaters :) Have a lovely week and please review if you have a chance!