My Infinite

Oh Domesticity

Mrs. Hudson smiled as she made her way up the steps to 221B, where the 2 consulting detectives lived together in peace.

She carried a tea tray with biscuits, and some sweetner, before she slowly crept into the room, realising that there was a lack of noise.

She peered in, and then completely walked into the room, to see her boys laying on the couch.

She flushed a red, and then smiled sweetly, as she placed the tea tray down on the table, and observed the two men whom lay on the couch.

John was sleeping, as was Sherlock. The blogger had his head rested on the edge of the couch, back comfortably layn down upon it, one hand with fingers curled in Sherlocks loose raven locks, the other protected around his waist, and lay on his back.

Johns nose was buried deeply in Sherlocks hair, a small smile on his face as he would breath deeply at times.

The younger detective was splayed on top of John, face buried in the warm chest of his blogger, arms outstretched to Johns neck, as if holding onto him. Sherlocks legs-the bloody giant-had fallen slightly off the couch, one dangling off the floor, and another placed upon the armrest at the other end of the couch.

They both breathed softly together in sync, and Mrs. Hudson smiled softly as well.

As she was about to leave, she heard a small mutter mumble her name.

"Mz Hudsn..."

She froze and turned around to see a tired Sherlock looking up at her.

"Yes dear?" She smiled, and Sherlock dazzily smiled back.

"Thank you,"

There was more emotion, and gratitude in the meaning of that word than anything before. And Mrs. Hudson knew it.

She smiled. "You're welcome dear. Sleep well," She giggled, and winked a little when Sherlock flushed, but smiled and buried his face into the crook of Johns neck, making John sigh softly.

"My boys," She sighed, and then crept down and out of sight.