The Domestic Detective: A Drabble Collection

by englandwouldfalljohn

A consecutive series of fluffy drabbles about life on Baker Street. Sherlock/John friends-to-lovers. No angst, just domestic Johnlock happy times. Rating starts at G and will work its way all the way up. (Which is to say, rating is for later chapters.)

11. Truth

"I know you're awake," he directed at the Sherlock-shaped lump on the sofa.

"M'not. Mind palace. Go 'way," came the petulant response through the fluffy indigo duvet.

"Sherlock," John tried again, hanging his coat and willing the lazy git to roll over.

"Whaddyou tell 'im."

"The truth."

Sherlock sat bolt upright, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at his blogger. "What truth?" he asked cautiously.

"You know," John tilted his head slightly toward his flatmate. "That I'm falling in love with you. Tea?"

He strode off into the kitchen, rather pleased with himself. It was a rare moment when Sherlock Holmes could be rendered speechless.