... so i am literally the worst person alive. you guys had to wait for this chapter for sooooo long and words cannot express my sorriness (guess what thats actually a word) anyway thank you SO MUCH for reading here is the last chapter its kinda short but I hope you like it!

(p.s. i do have some other fic ideas if u like :) )

John was startled awake by the sudden realization that he couldn't breathe. The shortage of oxygen snapped his eyes wide open. All he saw was darkness.

A second later, the darkness shifted and a bit of light shone between strands of Sherlock's hair. John's arm was draped over the taller man, and it was sandwiched between both of Sherlock's hands. Their legs were intertwined beneath the sheets.

The army doctor stayed in the warm embrace for a few seconds, then carefully lifted his face from the back of his flatmate's neck. He propped himself up on one elbow, and, yawning, he gazed down at the sleeping form.

It was surreal, almost, to see the consulting detective so still and quiet. Normally, John couldn't get him to shut up. His pale back was facing him, and John could make out faint red lines crisscrossing the smooth skin. He thought back to the night before and smiled slightly, still incredulous about what had happened.

After staring at his friend for a few seconds longer, he heard a muffled sound come from the other man.

"Enjoying the view?"

John's smile grew. "I am, in fact."

Sherlock flipped around to face John.

"Morning, John."

"Morning, Sherlock."

Sherlock sat up to mirror John's pose and kissed him lightly on the nose, then on the mouth, then again on the nose.

"I'm assuming my boyfriend will be wanting breakfast?" the detective said, pulling away.

"B-boyfriend?"

Sherlock looked confused. "Merely eight hours ago, our tongues were in each other's mouths, then we fell asleep in the same bed, and proceeded to wake up wrapped around each other. I thought that was what boyfriends do."

John smiled again. "It is, Sherlock."

"Good."

"Good."

"Let's get up then."

"Okay."

Both men got out of bed, and since they were in Sherlock's room and John was reluctant to leave his friend's, no, boyfriend's, side, the army doctor donned one of Sherlock's dressing gowns. After getting dressed, Sherlock offered John his hand, and they both strolled out to the kitchen.

As John prepared the toast and jam, Sherlock put the kettle on. Not for himself, of course, he had just eaten yesterday. For his boyfriend, whom he stared at fondly.

Sherlock recalled his pleasant surprise when John agreed to sleep in his bed last night. He had been wondering about John's feelings for him for several weeks, and decided he could no longer stand not knowing. So, he took matters into his own hands. At best, Sherlock was hoping he could get away with "accidentally" cuddling John like one would a pillow during sleep, but the night had gone even better than expected. He got to feel John's soft back, soft lips, soft hair, and the rest of his John.

Unfortunately, Sherlock's thoughts about John were rudely interrupted when Mrs. Hudson bustled in.

"Hello, boys!"

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock replied with his beautifully deep morning voice, which, John noticed, was a bit deeper than yesterday.

"Up late this morning I see! It's nearly eleven!" The old lady put a stack of mail on the counter and turned back to the men. "Did you too sleep well?"

John and Sherlock glanced quickly at each other. Hoping she didn't notice, Sherlock tried to think of what the socially acceptable answer to a question like that would be, but before he could say it, their landlady spoke again.

"Why are you looking at each other like that? Is it an inside joke? Oh, no! Do I have something in my teeth? I tried a new kind of bread for toast and it feels like some got stuck in my teeth. Oh, this is so embarrassing, please forgive me, boys." She hustled out of the flat as fast as she had come in.

Once they heard her door close, Sherlock and John glanced at each other again and busted out laughing. And in that moment, the only things that mattered the tears of laughter staining both dressing gowns.