They had nearly made it to the kitchen,before John noticed that something was off. He paused just short of the kitchen, while Sherlock strode purposefully in.
Mrs. Hudson turned around, her handwriting flying to her mouth as Sherlock scrambled to cover himself.
"Mrs. Hudson!"
He shrieked , his voice uncharacteristically high pitched.
John skidded in, stuck between being embarrassed for Sherlock and laughing at the whole thing.
"Oh my heavens! Sherlock! Oh dear."
She leaned back against the counter, and started fanning herself lightly.
John squeezed Sherlock's shoulder in passing, before going over and helping their landlady into a chair.
"Are you alright?" He questioned softly, taking her pulse and glancing up at Sherlock.
The detective grabbed one of the mugs from the counter and poured the tea Mrs. Hudson had been preparing. He gave it to the woman, who excepted his apology graciously.
"I'm terribly sorry dears. I knocked, and assumed that you were still in bed, post case sleep and all that."
She glanced between the two of them.
"I was right of course, though not entirely."
She pulled back the collar of John's dressing gown and tutted approvingly.
"Took you two long enough"
She took a sip of her tea and grinned at the two blushing men before her.
"Though you could have given me a bit of a heads up. I'm far too old for an early morning view like that.
John stifled a grin and Sherlock spun around attempting to hide his blush.
"I'm going to go, err, get dressed."
He muttered, leaving John and their landlady alone.
"You know, with looks like that, I'm sorry I'm not younger. You are mighty lucky."
Mrs. Hudson winked.
The doctor coughed , standing up and blushing furiously.
"Err, umm, yes, yes I am." She nodded, getting up and pointing at the basket on the counter.
"Muffins and some fresh made jam. I also picked up some more of those Pims things you like so much. Figured you could use a pick me up."
She glanced at the door.
"Though I see you don't need it."
John fought valiantly to keep his blush under control, but failed.
"Well I'll be off then. Tell Sherlock good morning. Milk is in the fridge!"
She the door, with John blurting a "Thank you" after her.
Sherlock scrambled out as soon as he heard the door slam, his purple shirt unbuttoned and untucked from his black trousers
"Is she gone?"
He stage whispered, head peaking gingerly into the kitchen.
John nodded popping into a chair with his own mug of tea
"That was one way to start the day."
Sherlock glared at him, snatching a muffin from the basket.
"Any thoughts of keeping us secret just went out the window. Half of London will know by lunch."
John chuckled, setting his mug down before stretching languidly.
Sherlock watched the sides of John's gown move, revealing his thighs.
"On the plus side it saves us the awkward task of coming out on our own."
That drew a smirk from the detective.
"Poor Molly will be heart broken."
The genuine sadness in Sherlock's voice pulled at John's heart.
"I'll make sure to tell her personally. In fact."
When stood, snatching the muffin from Sherlock's had and taking a bite, before handing it back. He dashed out of the kitchen.
Sherlock followed him, curious.
"What are you doing?"
The doctor paused on the steps.
"I'm going to get dressed, and then I am going to take Molly to lunch, and break the news. And don't say that you should do it,it'll look hurt her worse to be openly rejected like that."
Sherlock conceded, following John into his room.
"I can meet you afterwards then."
John tore off his robe, rummaging through his drawer befre selecting a pair of red pants.
"To do what?"
Sherlock shrugged, his mouth watering slightly at the sight before him.
"I don't know! What do couples usually do when they have the afternoon to themselves?"
The , wriggling into a slightly too tight pair of jeans before snagging a blue button up from the rack.
"Go to the park."
The detective frowned.
"Dull."
"Watch a movie?"
"Boring."
"Lay in and cuddle."
"That's better."
John paused, shirt half buttoned, and gawked at his flatmate.
"Really?"
His disbelief was palpable in the air.
Sherlock shift on his feet, his hands clasping behind him, a soft blush painting his chest and cheeks.
"Yes. I mean what we did last night, before the whole, you know, that was good. Umm very good."
He cleared his throat, fingers fidgeting get behind his back.
"Well then. I'll pick up a documentary or something on my way back, and I guess we'll cuddle."
Sherlock nodded, his posture relaxing slightly.
"This is obviously not normal."
John laughed, his fingers quickly finishing their task. He strode forward swiftly.
" Nope. But neither are we, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
He pressed a chaste kiss to Sherlock's lips before leaving the room.