A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

Together Again

Sherlock held the key back to their flat in his hand and John's hand in the other.

"Welcome home." Sherlock smirked.

"You're doing it again." John advised.

"What?" Sherlock asked as he opened the door and letting John pass first.

"That little egotistical smile of yours." Sherlock's eyes dulled a bit.

"I didn't say to stop." John stopped Sherlock in the hallway and his eyes lit up once more as they kissed, slowly and passionately more than ever before. Sherlock swiped his tongue across John's bottom lip and was granted access immediately. His warm tongue exploring every inch of John's mouth. They pulled away but keeping contact with their foreheads as they both lightly smiled.

"I love you Sherlock." John closed his eyes and thought of the words he let drift off his lips.

"I love you too John."

As they made their way up to the flat, John set his stuff down back in the bedroom and came back out to the sitting room, seeing Sherlock some how managing to fit his whole body into his little arm chair of his. John grinned, turning into the kitchen and making a small snack out of what was available to him in the cupboards for Sherlock. He set it down on the table and sat across from Sherlock, looking rather sternly.

"What?" Sherlock raised his head ever so slightly from the arm rest.

"How long has it been since you've eaten?"

"How long have you been away?" Sherlock rested his head back on the arm rest.

"Eat." John got up and handed Sherlock a small cracker. Sherlock grunted in disappointment then sat up rather quickly, staring at John and gave him a funny yet warm feeling in his heart.

"For you. And only you John Watson." Warmth spread all over John's body as he heard those words trickle from Sherlock's mouth. He nibbled quietly on the cracker and managed to keep it down as he asked for another. He managed to eat one more then lay back down in his chair, slowly letting his eyes drift off.

"How long has it been since you've slept?" John asked as he picked up the plate and took it back into the kitchen, setting it on the counter.

"Again, how long have you been away?" Sherlock tucked his arms farther into his chest and nuzzled deeper into the chair. John stepped back into the sitting room and took the detective under one arm and wrapped the other around the waist escorting him to his room and into the bed.

"You sleep well, Sherlock. No need to worry anymore, I'm home now." John kissed his forehead.

"And I don't intend to leave anytime soon." He whispered into his ear and covered him up with the duvet and turned out the light.

"John, don't go." Sherlock whispered through he darkness, his baritone voice comforting John and relaxing his posture. He let out a heavy sigh and let go of the door handle. Shuffling over to his side of the bed, he took off his shoes and climbed in next to Sherlock as he turned over and nuzzled his head into John's chest, breathing to the rhythm of John's heartbeat. John ran his fingers through Sherlock's curls while massaging his scalp and toying with each clump of them. Once they were in the rhythm of listening to each other's heartbeats and breathing patterns, they fell asleep with smiles on the their faces, knowing that neither one of them would make the mistake of leaving one or the other for something not as important as each other.

Waking up the next morning, John half expected for Sherlock to be gone off into the flat somewhere but only to find him still nuzzled into his chest and curled into the fetal position. John rested his head in the detective's curls and closed his eyes once more but to be awaken by his baritone voice saying,