Johnlock fluff oneshots

8am

I'm actually publishing this at a semi normal time, I hope everyone is super impressed🤣🤣 This is the last part to this 3 part story, I hope you all like it:) I think it's super cute. The other two are currently in the wrong order so I might just swap them round so its chronological:) ok, I'll let you get on with the fluff.

Warnings: John kisses Sherlock when he is asleep but it is only a little peck so nothing too bad. He still should have got consent but he did it without thinking. Remember though, consent is important everyone! Apart from that, I don't think there is anything as this is the biggest ball of fluff you will ever see. Enjoy my dudes:)

Word count: 1265

I blinked open my eyes and tried to adjust to the grey light filling the room as the sun filtered through the fabric of the curtains. Then I looked down and smiled happily to see the curly head of my best friend pressed against my chest. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing softly. His long arms were wrapped snugly room my naked torso and my left arm was held around his shoulder. His cheekbones looked like they could cut you and I reached out and stroked them just to see if they would. They didn't but his skin was so soft and warm that I kept my own pressed against it, my fingers gently tracing patterns across his pale features.

I ran them across his cheekbones, feeling the way they jutted out under the fine parchment pulled across them. Then they travelled up to trace the line of his eyebrows, those high arches that were usually scowling in concentration but were currently relaxed and gentle. They ran down his nose and felt the sharp line of it, pausing at the end to give it a little boop. Without thinking, my fingers travelled down to his thin, rosy lips and traced the curve of them. They were very soft and invitingly warm. I ran my thumb over them. Sherlock stirred slightly and I froze, worried I had woken him up, but he just snuffled and buried his head further into my chest. I felt his lips turn upwards under my thumb and saw a small smile ghosting them.

I thought back to what I had heard last night "You know the super handsome, kind, generous and all round amazing man you put in the other room then made me fall in love with?". My heart skipped happily, oh my goodness, it sang, Sherlock loves me!! I had been almost asleep when I had heard his proclamation to the heavens. I had jolted awake and sat, just listening. The more he said, the more my heart felt like it would burst. "Could you possibly make him fall in love with me?" Maybe God hadn't heard, but I had and his wish had been granted. I don't think I could love anyone more than I love him without actually combusting.

Maybe it was a dream? I had wondered. But then he had appeared in my doorway and climbed into bed with me. And here he was, asleep on my chest. And it felt so right. Like we had been dating for years and we woke up every morning like this. God, I wish this was normal!! Maybe it could be. We should talk about this. But then again, maybe there was a more direct approach? Here he was, asleep on my chest with his perfect face and warm body pushed against me and those lips. So inviting. And I couldn't help myself. I don't even think I had fully processed it before my body moved.

And then I was kissing him, just a gentle peck on the lips at first, then a dozen more over his whole face then back to his lips. I felt them curve upward in happiness and then he was kissing back, his eyes still closed. He lifted his hand from my chest and moved it to my hair, tugging gently. Then he rolled over so that he was lying on top of me, his mouth still moving gently against mine. I felt like I was in some wonderful dream, like reality had shattered just for one, mind blowing moment. And then it pieced itself back together and Sherlock pulled away. His bright blue eyes snapped open and he used his hands to prop himself up slightly, so that our noses were touching.