Hi guys, really sorry about the long gap, I sort of forgot about my story and then I couldn't think how to continue it. :3 Not much happens in this one, because I'm just trying to get back into the swing of it, sorry. Just... bear with me. :)
In the morning John had woken up to find Sherlock snoring softly. He smiled and pulled back slowly, untangling himself, amazingly, Sherlock didn't wake. John wondered a little at this before he padded into the kitchen and went to make a cup of tea. Sherlock came out of John's room as John put the kettle on, John smiled a little at the sleepy detective, amused at the way his curls stuck out.
"Do you want some tea?" he offered, Sherlock nodded in assent. So John made two cups of tea and the two fell into a routine and at night Sherlock slept in John's bed to keep away the nightmares.
I t was an odd friendship w here both loved each other, and both knew the other loved them. They slept in the same bed each night and they needed each other. They never even so much as kissed during that time and neither of them wanted to. Neither of them wanted more and neither of them would have been happy to settle for less. It was still tentative between them and it was enough to know the other was really there.
Lestrade and Mrs Hudson didn't seem surprised when they saw Sherlock. Of course not, Mycroft had probably told them before. Sherlock had a dull sense of satisfaction when he saw Anderson and Donovan gawk when he was on his first case back (suicide bombing, victims dead before the bomb exploded). And of course his usual greeting of pointing out whatever they had been up to earlier was in order.
Sherlock was sitting in the flat on the sofa, his eyes closed and thinking but it wasn't working, John's presence was too magnetic, drawing his thoughts towards him. So instead of concentrating he simply said, "So you love me too?" his eyes flicking open, fixing on John.
John hadn't expected Sherlock to speak so it took him a second to register it. "Do you really need to ask?" he said after another moment, looking up from his newspaper. It was a genuine question and Sherlock knew it.
"Yes."
"How could I not?"
"Quite easily, I guess."
"Well then you guess wrong."
Sherlock smiled at the other man. "I have to go to the morgue today," he said, standing up after a moment and starting to leave. "Oh, and John?"
"Yes?" John said, looking over at Sherlock again.
Sherlock hesitated before leaning in and crashing his lips clumsily against John's before he could chicken out. "See you later."
"See you later," John said, smiling happily for a long time after Sherlock went out of the door.