Chapter 2
*Author's note: This story was originally meant to be a one-shot, but I felt I just had to continue it*
Sherlock woke up in the morning to find that he was resting in the warm embrace of his flatmate – a rather pleasant realisation, if he did say so himself. He took in the amazing smell of the duvet – John's smell. He had to admit he liked the fact that he now smelled like John. Their limbs were twined together in amongst the comfy bedsheets, and John's strong arms were wrapped tightly around Sherlock, protectively even, as if he was worried that Sherlock would be taken away from him.
Here, in this glorious moment, Sherlock felt complete for the first time in his life. He had finally found his missing piece, his John Watson. Here, enveloped in his breath-taking blogger, he was at home. He was safe, protected, loved and incredibly happy. He looked down at John with an adoring smile.
He put his face to John's bed head hair and breathed in deeply. He smelt of honey and tea, warm fires in winter, cinnamon, new books and apples. There was no-one quite like his John Watson.
Sherlock laughed at himself. He truly was smitten. All these years of believing that feelings were a weakness, that sentiment was a human defect, had done nothing to prevent him falling in love just like any regular idiot. He was now infatuated with John, and found himself thinking that he would do anything for him. Whatever John wanted, Sherlock would give it to him, or die trying.
He detested the fact that he had to get up and leave him, especially since he enjoyed cuddling with him so much, and the smell that was so John was filling his senses…. but it had to be done.
He knew how much his experiments annoyed John, and how much John hated seeing the place in a mess all the time. Which was why he had decided to clean the flat and make John tea before he woke up. John loved tea. In fact, he might even make him dinner as well, while he was at it. And then he would tuck him into bed at night and bring him extra pillows for his comfort. And sing him to sleep… oh dear. What has this man done to me? he thought.
Caressing his cute face once more, Sherlock then attempted to leave the bed, which turned out not to be as easy as it looked. When Sherlock stirred, John mumbled something unintelligible and pulled him closer, latching onto him and preventing his escape. This continued until Sherlock gave in and admitted to himself that he would have to wake John up; something he hadn't wanted to do, seeing as John was sleeping so peacefully.
He gently blew on his face, trying to wake him up without disturbing him too much. John's squinted eyes roamed around until they found Sherlock's face in the half-light, and remembering everything that had happened the night before, John blushed furiously.
"You're too cute when you do that," Sherlock murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
This made John's face get even redder, if that was even possible. Sherlock leaned into John and whispered in his ear:
"Good morning, my heart-stealing blogger. I would ask you to give my heart back to me, given how rude it was of you to take it in the first place; but I don't think that's possible, and I'm in too deep now to want it back. My heart is yours. Do with it what you desire."
He placed sweet kisses along John's jawline.
"I thought you said you were married to your work?"
"… you are my world now, John. And since my work is a part of my world, I would imagine that means that you are both"
*…. TBC! What did you think? Please review J*