y/n's pov /
I felt warm and light on my closed eyelids, making me scrunch my nose and squeeze my eyes before slowly peeking through my eyelashes, my vision still blurred from my comforting sleep in Sherlock's embrace. I didn't want to move in case Sherlock was still asleep, so I just closed my eyes, not going back to sleep, just resting my eyes that were aching from the bright light that shone through the curtains for a while now. I breathed in his lovely scent and aprreciated the heat that our bodies were creating tangled together barely covered with the sheets. I felt his chest rose and fall with every breath he took, breathing calmly, deep in his slumper. That was until I felt gentle touch on my cheek, lightly caressing it. I opened my eyes and looked up smiling at him.
„ Good morning gorgeous. Did I wake you?" He questioned me with his raspy morning voice looking a bit troubled he actualy did wake me. I shook my head and kissed his cheek.
„ I was already awake."
„ For how long?" He furrowed his brows lightly.
„ For like half an hour now I think. At least felt like it..."
„ Why didn't you move?"
„ Didn't want to wake you." I sayed and started playing with his hair. His curls, I would never get tired of. It was one of the first things I noticed at him the first time we met and also one of the things I grew to love most at his apearance, not mentioning his mesmerizing icy blue orbs and face features. He was just perfect, maybe not according to everyones liking but perfect for me.
„ You want breakfast?"
„ Yes but I'm not letting go off you. I'll allow you to go just in case you take me with you. I don't want to just wait here alone and miss the perfect sight of you in the kitchen." I chuckled and bit my bottom lip replaying all the flashbacks of him cooking for me.
„Your wish is my command." He sayed and wrapped his arms around me and lifted us both of the bed. I yelped and started laughing. He pressed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately.
„ May I borrow one of your shirts before you carry me to the kitchen?" I asked realising we are both still naked.
„ And where did you get that I'll carry you to the kitchen?" He asked teasingly when he set me to my feet and threw his shirt to me. He put on his boxers and hummed questioningly, wanting me to answer his previous question.
„ And won't you?" I asked looking at him with my puppy eyes. He acted as tho he wanted to look at me emotionless with all seriousness in the world but he still missed the smile that escaped the corners of his lips.
„ No." He answered smiling as he turned and sterted to walk out of our bedroom. What he didn't expect, was me jumping on his back straddling him slightly. I hung on him almost choking him with my arms around his neck, I wrapped my legs around his torso and held tightly.
„ Don't drop me please..." I sayed trying to gain my balance on him, not wanting to met with the cold hard floor. I would surely hit my head hard and maybe have some serious injury. What if I'd lose my memory and I would forgot my whole life, even my identity. Oh for fucks sake, stop overthinking the worst possible option! Sherlock would surely catch me. Oh come on, even John isn't this optimistic....Nevermind. Just then I stopped all those thoughts when I felt Sherlock's hands go under my thights and hold them to support me. What a protective boyfriend. I smiled and nuzzled my head into the back of his neck and planted a soft kiss. „ Thank you." I mumbled agaist his skin, restind my head between his shoulder and neck.
„ Don't worry love, I would never drop you." He sayed and carried me to the kitchen on his back, sitting me on my favourite spot on the counter and walked to the fridge. Yes, I have favourite spot on the kitchen counter. Wierd I know. I sit here everytime when I watch Sherlock cook. He grabed some things and placed them on the counter and started preparing breakfast.
„ Ok, pancakes with maple sirup or toasts with bacon and scrumbled eggs?" He asked looking over at me. I bit into my finger as I was thinking. I released my finger and scrunched my nose as I was about to answer.
„ Pancakes with sirup and bacon?" I answered asked on his question smiling awkwardly at my salty-sweet choice. He just smiled and chuckeled lightly pecking my cheek with a sweet kiss.
„ Works for me...." He answered and began to prepare batter for pancakes.
„ Want me to help you?"
„ No, thank you darling but I'm an independent adult men, I'm capable of doing breakfast on my own. Besides I want to spoil my girl." He smirked and I blushed. His care made me weak everytime, even more considering Sherlock acted like this just towards me, in everyone elses eyes he was this coldhearted psychopath with zero human emotions. Like that bitch that was calling him freak along with Anderson. Primitives. But let's move on before my blood starts to boil and my good mood packs it's things and goes on a vacation, where it was past two years except for the time since Sherlock came back. While I was deep in my thoughts Sherlock alredy began doing pancakes on the pan while on another smaller he had bacon. I admired him and his muscles in the flash of morning light. The way he moved was just too good to not look at. „ What you looking at?" He smirked seeing my drolling form fantazise about him. Catched in my crime,I blushed deep shade of red and looked to the floor smiling like an idiont. But let's be honest who wouldn't be the sinner when he looks that good? Nobody really. He continued in cooking and I in starring. When breakfast was finaly ready I prepared the plates and made tea atleast to not feel like useles pack of potatoes. I grabbed pancakes and placed them on my plate pouring maple sirup on top and then grabbing bacon. My plate was done, but instead of eating from my dish I bit into one Sherlock was abou to place in his mouth. „ Hey! Don't you have your own?" He furrowed his brows at me, but I just grinned from ear to ear.
„ It tastes better when it's stolen." He looked at me annoyed and then snatched one pancake from my plate.
„ Hey! I just took a bite and you took whole pancake!" I frowned.
„ Payback love." He lazily smirked and placed the whole pancake in his mouth making me burst out laughing. He looked funny with stuffed cheeks like a hamster. I almost fell off of my chair from how hard I was laughing. He just sighed but then laughed himself.
„Don't stuff your face like this when you don't want me to pee myself" I sayed trying to calm myself not wanting to burst out laughing again. We finisehd our plates joking here and there, and I then cleaned the dishes. I missed mornings like this.
