Johnlock oneshots (2009, RDJ version)

Get up Holmes

    It's always nice waking up next to Watson. Sadly, where his body usually pressed against Holmes', this morning there was a cold empty bed. The early sunlight stroked Holmes' face. He rolled out of the light.
    "Watson?" He groaned, his voice hoarse from sleep.
    Watson stuck his head around the door. He was still wearing his nightshirt, unbuttoned from last night's... endeavours. "Right here."
    Holmes eyed the doctor's toned body. "It's too early to be up, come back to bed."
    Watson shook his head, moving to open the curtains. "Get up."
    "I'm surprised you aren't more tired, my dear, considering the strenuous activities you performed last night." Holmes shut his eyes against the harsh light that came streaming in, but not before seeing Watson blush.    "Maybe you're just lazy." He countered.
    "Watson..." Holmes whined, "Come here. It's far too cold without you." He propped himself up on his elbows, looking up at the doctor with big pleading eyes.
    Watson glared at him. "Puppy dog eyes won't work, Holmes."
    The detective sighed and flopped back onto the bed. "I thought I was cute when I'm half asleep."
    "You are." Watson bent down to kiss Holmes, who grabbed at his nightshirt and tried to pull him down. Watson straightened up, smirking at the whine he received. "But no matter how cute you are, or how ridiculously comfortable you look, the day has begun." The beginning of an idea tickled Watson, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "However... I do like the start the day with a bath... you'd be welcome to join me should you wish."
    That worked. Holmes was up in a split second, winding his arm around Watson's waist - under the nightshirt - and trailing his hands over his back.
    "I do wish." He shot Watson a less than innocent grin.
    Watson shook his head, biting back a smile. Holmes was so exasperatingly predictable. He kissed the detective fondly. "Baths are for washing in, not for having sex in."
    "Why not both?"
    Watson stroked the stubble on Holmes' chin. "Fine. But in exchange you shave as well."
    Holmes smirked. "Deal."