Morning
A/N- Sorry I've been so dead lately! I kinda lost inspiration and then I got into two new fandoms (Supernatural and Star Trek, in case you're curious) and I'm bad with multitasking, so...yeah. Here you go, finally.
Day 16: During Their Morning Rituals
John woke up in his bed alone, but he wasn't exactly surprised. Sherlock never slept much, so he was probably up to his usual morning experiments or web-browsing. John stretched as he got out of the warm confines of his bed, bones popping as he moved. He shuffled towards the bathroom, relieving himself and then headed to the kitchen for his breakfast...and possibly Sherlock's if he'd cooperate today.
"Morning." he spoke, ruffling Sherlock's dark curls as he passed the man- on John's laptop, of course. Sherlock hummed a reply, and John walked into the kitchen. "Hungry?" he called back, putting two pieces of bread in the toaster anyway. He prepared some tea, and Sherlock sat down at the table. "I'm not, but assuming you want me to eat something, I suppose I will." John grinned at him. "Hm. You must be in a good mood then." Sherlock shrugged, his own smile forming. "Well, last night was rather eventful."
John chuckled, shaking his head. "You solved a case and got to snog your blogger senseless in the middle of a Russian gay bar...and then in the back of your brother's car." Sherlock smirked at the doctor, who sat a piece of plain toast on a plate and tea in front him while he smeared strawberry jam on his piece. "It was a successful night indeed. And maybe when we're done eating...we can continue that." John's cheeks resembled his jam. "Um...maybe after I shower. I still smell like alcohol." Sherlock rolled his eyes exasperatedly, but later allowed John to shower while he brushed his teeth and shaved, and then vice versa. Sherlock poked his head out of the shower curtain. "John?" John had just finished shaving and was patting his face with a towel. He looked towards the detective.
"Maybe next time we can shower together instead of separately." John rolled his eyes with an amused smile. "I doubt we won't get much cleansing done, then." Sherlock's darkening eyes glinted mischievously, and with a smirk, he spoke huskily. "Who says that's mandatory?"