John was out of the flat.
Probably buying the groceries again, Mrs. Hudson thinks to herself as she quickly went up to the sitting room carrying a tray of cupcakes on one hand and a plate of pasta on the other.
She was going to feed Sherlock Holmes because the man hasn't eaten for days, according to John. And we all know that it is bad for a person to not take anything while doing a very tiring thing (such as brainstorming, running around London, visiting one's mind palace) so she decided to go up and stuff all these amazing things in Sherlock Holmes' mouth whether he likes it or not.
With a little knock and a cheerful "Woohoo!", the landlady entered the room but stopped after taking three steps when she saw Sherlock, sleeping soundly on the couch, lips slightly parted, curls dishevelled and a pillow in between his legs.
Mrs. Hudson just had to mouth an "Aww..." at the adorable Sherlock.
It was a rare sight because Sherlock Holmes never sleeps. (Well, cross out 'never' now...)
Mrs. Hudson giggled a little and went to the kitchen to put all the food that she was carrying on the counter. (Since the table is a big mess. Lots of experiment stuff on it.)
Moments after, she went back to where Sherlock was, planning to wake the detective up and make him eat but for the second time that day, the landlady stopped. Her hand that was about to wake Sherlock up stayed in the air as she heard him whisper a name. She had to lean closer to hear him, and there it was.
"John... John... John..."
Mrs. Hudson smiled amusingly at the detective. Maybe he was dreaming of him or maybe that was what he really says in his sleep.
"John... John... John..."
Instead of waking him up, the landlady just decided to give Sherlock's arm a little tap that doesn't disturb the detective even a little. She stood properly and though that it would be better to just let Sherlock sleep and make him dream of John more.
Then, just as she was getting ready to leave, she suddenly heard footsteps thudding up the stairs and smiled.
John.
The army doctor (with grocery bags in both hands), panting and tired looked at her and smiled.
"Hello, Mrs. Hudson." greeted John.
Their landlady nodded, "Hi, dear."
"Ehm, you all right? Has Sherlock done something again?" The doctor asked looking a bit worried as he walked to the kitchen to put the groceries down.
Mrs. Hudson giggled and waved a hand, "Oh, no, John. Actually, I brought you some food. I know you haven't been eating properly for the past few days because of your cases."
John immediately went out of the kitchen and ran to give her a big hug. "Thank you."
"Welcome, dear." She patted John's arms and gave the sleeping Sherlock a sideways glance.
John followed her gaze and was momentarily surprised at the sight.
"Whoa! Knocked out, eh? Thanks for punching him in the gut for me, Mrs. Hudson." John chuckled, obviously kidding.
Mrs. Hudson giggled and played along, "Oh, piece of cake, John."
They both laughed. Then Sherlock started to groan and whisper again. John looked puzzled and looked at Mrs. Hudson. She quickly gestured for him to kneel down and listen to the detective. John did as he was told but nothing came out of Sherlock's mouth. He looked at Mrs. Hudson again and shrugged.
"Nothing..."
Mrs. Hudson smiled told him to wait and lean closer.
Nothing.
John looked back and saw that Mrs. Hudson was already at the stairs, peering at them.
"Sounds like the poor man's vocabulary is limited." The landlady skittered down the stairs before John could say anything.
The doctor sighed and shook his head in amusement. Sherlock started to mutter something. John leaned down, his ear inches away from the detective's mouth.
"John..."
And there it was. John smiled fondly and pulled away. He gazed at the sleeping detective, the love of his life. Aw, this man never fails to make John happy even when he's fast asleep.
The doctor caressed Sherlock's face and leaned down to plant a firm kiss on the sleeping man's mouth...
Blue/Grey/Green eyes fluttered open and stared directly into John's eyes. The look on Sherlock's eyes was confused and clueless at first, but it became soft and longing after.
John kissed Sherlock again, the detective was taken aback for a moment. Then John pulled away and Sherlock looked up at him.
"What did I do to deserve such an amazing wake up kiss from my husband who just came back from buying the groceries?" Sherlock's gaze went up and down, perhaps studying John and deducing him.
The doctor just laughed, leaned down again, brushing his nose to Sherlock's, "That, my dear, is because of your... limited vocabulary."
