A/N: Enjoy.

Word Count: 388

Pairing(s): John/Sherlock

Warning(s): shameless fluff, mentions of sex

Pros, Cons, and Adultry

First kiss, first scramble, first feel up, first shag, first awkward after-glow. It had gone by all in a day and now John's head was spinning trying to sort it out within himself in the first morning-after.

Things to consider:

Pro: He loved this man. Con: This meant he was gay. Pro: Nobody gave a shit and he wouldn't even have to come out because everyone already assumed.

Pro: This was the most genius man alive. Con: He was a self-proclaimed sociopath.

Pro: This was quite possibly the most attractive man in London. Con: He was taller than him. Pro: John had topped anyway.

Pro:

"John, please. Please tell me that you're not making a pros and cons list in your head again. It's annoying enough when it's not about my virginity."

John sputtered.

Pro: He'd taken this man's virginity. Con: He'd taken this man's virginity.

Sherlock's snorted and flailed one naked arm to slap across John's forehead. "You're doing it again," he accused.

"Jesus, Sherlock, I didn't know," John said hurriedly, flushed. Sherlock simply smiled at him and leaned over to lay a lazy kiss on his lips.

"I know," Sherlock mused. His voice rumbled with mirth. "I didn't want you to know. You'd have been too gentle with me."

John almost makes a pro of Sherlock liking it rough but decided that pros and cons lists were probably left off the table for now if he wanted this to happen again anytime soon. Sherlock, as if reading his mind, smirked at him.

After a moment, John finds himself giggling.

Sherlock frowned. "What?"

"You're an adulterer, Sherlock," he said, saying adulterer as giddily as an eight year old might say Santa. "You're cheating on your Work."

Sherlock stares at him for a long moment before rolling his eyes. "Oh, don't worry about that. My Work and I have an open marriage, and I'm fairly sure it's already had a threesome of sorts with the both of us by now anyway."

"Touche," John said, nodding seriously.

It's not long before they're both in fits of giggles again, falling all over one another until eventually they decide to get out of bed and make coffee. Then, upon the sight of each other naked again, deciding against it and climbing back in.

Mornings with Sherlock, John decided, were another Pro.

Reviews are lovely, appreciated, and nonobligatory. xx -DC