Waking up with stiff limbs, John glanced around the room. He was alone in bed, the sheets were cold and crumbled. There was no sign of Sherlock. John wondered if there would be any awkwardness between them after last night's activities. Deciding to get up, he pushed himself up from the bed and swung his legs over the side of the bed, steadying himself on the wooden floor. Grabbing fresh clothes from the drawers, he dressed quickly, to nervous about what would happen between him and Sherlock. Padding down the stairs, John can smell burning bread and fruity tea in the air. Sherlock is cooking, or at least attempting to cook. Poking his head around the kitchen door, he saw Sherlock getting frustrated with the cooker, but also the entire kitchen had been free from Sherlock's experiments. This was unfamiliar even for Sherlock.
With a grunt, Sherlock slammed the pan against the cooker, making John jump. Deciding to step in before Sherlock broke anything, (it would't be the first time), disarming the pan handle out of Sherlock's hand, John questioned him on his actions.
"What are you doing? It's not like you to even look at kitchen equipment let alone use it!" John joked.
"I was making you breakfast, it's the least I could do for you" replied Sherlock.
Stroking the side of Sherlock's face, John could only smile. This gesture gave Sherlock confidence at least they were on speaking terms, it was a start after last nights event. Getting straight to the point, Sherlock decided to straight out ask John about the situation between them.
"Are we going to have anal sex again?" spoke Sherlock with a stern look. John all but chocked on his tongue. Wow, Sherlock could be forward. Thinking before replying John carefully organised the sentence in his head, making sure it was clear. Clearing his throat he began.
"Yeah. I mean, if you want to. I'm not saying I wouldn't want to. Because I wouldn't mind" stuttered John. In order to stop John from flailing over his sentence he leaned in and cut the rest of John's sentence off with a quick kiss covering John's mouth with his. Soon John tangled his hairs with in Sherlock's unruly curls. The kiss became heated, it was far too early for morning erections.
"Easy tiger" John laughed into Sherlock's mouth. Stretching his arms behind him, John grabbed his tea and went into the sitting room to grab the morning paper.
"John, I have a question. Does this mean we are boyfriends?" Sherlock the end of the sentence bitterly. The word sounded so childish, immune and not serious enough.
"I guess. But we could call it partners, or other half, or maybe even significant other" offered John. Toying over the names in his mind, Sherlock came up with an alternative.
"What about husband?" queried Sherlock. John's eyes bulged at the idea of being married to Sherlock. Maybe not then.
"Stupid idea, forget I said anything" Sherlock quickly retorted, after seeing John's discomfort at the subject. Nothing more was said about it.
Placing the paper down and glancing up at the clock John thought it was best to leave for work now before it got any more awkward.
"Well I'm off to work now" stated John. He walked over to Sherlock and gave him a goodbye kiss. He could get use to this, John quickly thought. Grabbing his coat he, pounded down the stairs and out the front door.
It had been a couple of weeks since they had officially become partners. Nothing much had really changed they still went on cases, still argued over rotten eyes near John's jam in the fridge and still ate takeaways daily. The only thing that had changed was their sex life. John no longer had to spend money on those pathetic dates in order to get laid. however he still felt awkward purchasing the required lube for them, he always left that to Sherlock, as he never felt guilty over this types of things and also because Sherlock was always the receiver They still hadn't told any one about their change of relationship, not even Mycroft knew. John would rather keep it that way then be kidnapped and given the 'If you hurt my brother I'll break your legs' speech. Both John and Sherlock were still getting used to being in a relationship with each other. They were still learning how to deal with situations which ended up in arguments and John storming off to the local pub, coming home and having make up sex with Sherlock.
The first mayor test to their relationship came, when there was a knock at the door.
Trudging down the stairs, John pulled the stiffened door of Baker Street open with a creak. Standing there was a man, slightly tanned in complexion with shaggy blonde hair, that was beginning to curl at the tips. He was dressed in a light blue three piece suit, looking quite attractive John though to himself.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Holmes, may I ask if he is here?" inquired the poshly spoken man.
"Yeah, he is here. Follow me" replied John. With that the man stepped into the house and followed John up the seventeen steps to 221B.
"Sherlock there is man here to see you" John announced over the violin that Sherlock was currently torturing.
Turning around the face the man, Sherlock insistently recognised him. His violin fell from his hands, hitting the floor with a loud clatter and smashing into three separate pieces.
"Victor" whispered Sherlock.