I know, I'm late again and the chapter even is a very short one, but somehow I just didn't make it yesterday. It isn't that grave a mistake, I know, but I hate breaking my own deadlines - the story be read or not. Anyway, it isn't as bad as the last time I missed the date, at least, so please accept my appologies and just keep reading, will ya? :D And do dare to leave me some feedback, guys. It's great having a managable number of fans, but I can handle more than one ;)
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Kats

Breakfast?

The next morning John awoke relaxed, kept his eyes shut. Thoughts about the previous day flashed up under his eyelids and he smiled in content, his heart raced in excitement. A tingly feeling spread around his stomach and chest. Finally he opened his eyes and felt almost a little disappointed to not find himself being besides his friend that exact moment, but then thought it was probably for the best at this time. Once again he closed his eyes, enjoyed the memories and then sat up.

He thought, for a moment, whether he should call or text Sherlock already, looked at the time and decided against it for now. Instead, he stood up and went into the bathroom of the small flat. When he'd finished his shower, he got back into his room right away and grabbed his mobile. He couldn't wait any longer, had to at least leave Sherlock a text, in case he was still asleep, so that the first look at his mobile would already present him John's attention.

He typed and sent without thinking about it.

9.56 am | Good morning. Breakfast together? JW

He jumped a little when he received an immediate response.

9.56 am | I'm bored. Come over. SH

Not sure what the demand was intending he thought about his next message twice.

9.58 am | Ok, will be on my way. Should I bring breakfast? JW

9.58 am | Do whatever you want. SH

Unsure about that cold response John got dressed and left the flat. He stopped by a bakery and bought baps before taking a cab into Baker Street. After a cab ride that seemed to take at least half an hour, on the one hand because he was looking forward to seeing Sherlock, on the other because he was still unsure about that message, he took his old key and opened the house's door. Leisurely he climbed the stairs and didn't find anyone in the flat at first.

"Sherlock?" he quietly shouted into the small flat – he didn't want to wake or disturb Mrs. Hudson.

"Jooohn!" Sherlock's voice sounded suffering. John decided the sound came from Sherlock's bedroom and he took fast steps towards it. A little worried he hurried to open the door, only to find his friend lying on his bed, looking bored.

"I'm bored, John. Do something!"

"Are you serious?" he said more reproachful than asking.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing Sherlock.. Absolutely nothing! I brought baps, maybe I carve a friendly face into the crust so you can talk to them. Better: I'll just get the skull. It's quicker, I can eat breakfast at home with Mary and you're in a familiar situation, hm?" John through at him sarcastically.

He turned around again and left the room. "John, wait! What is it?"

"What is it?!" the doctor was close to rage, but calmed himself down with deep breathing and jerky hand movements.

"After what happened yesterday, I come here in the morning, buy breakfast for us to eat together and you complain about being bored?!"

The detective had come out of his room by now and leaned into the now closed door. "Well, if I am." he said self-evidently.

What right did he think he have-? John's anger and hurt grew and he purposely showed them in his body language, his eyes.

"I am not your toy!" he spit in Sherlock's direction, who obviously didn't understand what upset his partner.

"We have sex and then you get bored and demand me to come here?! Why, so I can free you from boredom for another few hours, so I can fulfil your sexual needs?!" he bellowed quietly in indignation and hurt.

The younger let his shoulders droop and closed his eyes. Knit his brows. "John.." he said resigned. "I didn't mean it like that... I thought for quite a while yesterday. About what had happened and therefore my feelings." He took a step closer to John and looked him in the eyes. Before he could get lost in the grey blue he continued quickly, sounding a little petty.

"I want to try to allow emotions, to you." John heard the emphasis on the last two words clearly. So he wanted to open up for him and only for him. But then why was he being so rough and emotionless just then?

"I played the violin the whole night and I can't even remember what I have been playing, but according Mrs. Hudson it was full of my emotions. You know me, give me some time. I'm not used to express my feelings for a long time and without you it was just seriously boring. I couldn't sleep either and I just wanted you to motivate me to doing something.." John's mouth went dry. Mentally he scolded himself for forgetting this side in Sherlock.
A little embarrassed he looked at the floor and then back up into the blue eyes.

He gave the taller a soft kiss. "Breakfast?"