Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock

John had returned to the flat to a surprisingly loving Sherlock. He'd brought Sherlock a gift of some generic medical supplies and greetings from his family. As John sat in his chair, reading the paper with a mug of tea in his hand, he heard Sherlock shuffle down the stairs. "Morning." John called smiling at the sleepy stumblings of his now boyfriend. When the sleepy consulting detective still clad in his pajamas and bathrobe shuffled into the room, John was expecting him to flop onto the couch and moan about boredom. Instead, he shuffled up behind the chair, leaned over it precariously and handed John a plate of stale toast. John smiled, no butter or jam could have made it taste any better, not that he would have ruined the moment by asking Sherlock to fetch him some. Sherlock then proceeded to kiss John on the forehead. When that task was complete, he shuffled over to the couch, flopped down and moaned about boredom. He picked up his phone and texted Mycroft.

To: British Government

Weres Griffin? -SH

Mycroft didn't take long to respond.

From: British Government

Is it Gregory you refer to? -MH

To: British Government

Weres ur goldfish? -SH

From: British Government

What do u want Sherlock? Im busy. -MH

To: British Government

U should change the signature if ur going 2 text DI. -SH

From: British Government

What do u want Sherlock? Im busy. -DIGL and MH

To: British Government

Im bored nd was hoping 4 a murder. -SH

From: British Government

Perhaps you should hope for something that makes you sound less like a threat. -DIGL and MH

Before Sherlock could respond John had taken his phone. "What?" Sherlock asked. People usually didn't take things from him, especially not right out of his hand. He'd liked it, John taking charge. He wanted John to do it more. Captain John Watson, dom to Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes's sub. Sherlock had never really thought about it like that. John had usually liked to top but he'd let Sherlock top a few times since he'd returned. This train of thought ended with Sherlock quite in need of relief. John, noticing this, led Sherlock to their now shared bedroom.