A/N: Shortest chapter so far, sorry. Bad day.
Leads on from the last one...
Hope it's okay.
John awoke with something unusual tucked into his neck and something across his waist. It was warm and soft. It was Sherlock. It was now the second morning of this and today, they were both topless for some bizarre reason. Oh yes, it was much too hot last night.
"Get off of me." John groaned. Sherlock groaned too but didn't move. "Sherlock! Off me now." John barked. Sherlock jumped, but didn't move.
"No." He muttered.
"Come on. I'll make you tea." John promised.
"No milk."
"I'll run to the shop." John offered.
"It's raining."
"I'll get a taxi." John sighed.
"No. You're warm." Sherlock muttered. John groaned and shoved Sherlock, hard. Sherlock rolled and carried on rolling until he dropped to the floor. He then jumped up and grinned, hair covering his eyes.
"Come on, up. I'll even make you tea." Sherlock called.
"You said that there was no milk."
"I lied." Sherlock smirked, swiping the hair from his eyes and lurching from the room. John rubbed a hand across his eyes and rolled himself out of bed. Since when had he become comfortable with waking up with another man hugging him, topless? The answer was simple: Since he had met Sherlock. He shuffled from the room and into the havoc of the living room.
"Where's the skull?" John asked, noticing that it was not on the sofa.
"Mrs Hudson took it." Sherlock replied, disgruntled. John frowned suspiciously.
"When did she take it?"
"Yesterday, while we were out." Sherlock told him. John gaped.
"I could have slept on the sofa!" He accused.
"Yes, you could have. But admit it, it's much better waking up to me than waking up to backache." Sherlock grinned.
A/N: Is it okay? Please tell me what you think! Sorry it's so short.