John caressed it gently. He was ever so careful. This. This was a precious moment to him. He had waited for this moment for a long time. He flicked his tongue across the surface. A little bitter, but sweet at the same time.
"Mmm." John moaned. "This is fantastic. You don't know how long I've wanted you. I've never had time to get you out. To spread you like this. You taste so good. Bitter but sweet. It's amazing. You've always been important in my life. Been there when I've needed you." John licked again and closed his eyes. So good. He took a bite. The crunch sent shivers down his spine. Oh how he loved this. It tasted so good to. It had indeed been a while.
"God you are good." John fluttered his eyes. "Why have I wasted so much time? This should have happened every morning! I can't believe-" He was cut off.
"Who the hell are you talking to?" Sherlock asked, a look of confusion on his face. John turned around in surprise. Sherlock understood and rolled his eyes. "You've got a little on your chin." Sherlock pointed at his own chin then walked away. John quickly rubbed away the jam on his chin with his sleeve, and turned back around to focus on his jam toast.
"Where were we?" And he took another bite.