fan fiction

"Morning"

It was a normal morning at Baker street 221B except I woke up from Sherlock's bed next to him. I turned my head to watch him sleep but it didn't surprise me that he was already awake and looking at me. Those blue eyes were so familiar to me, I had watched them almost for two years and those eyes caught my breath at our first meeting but now there was something I hadn't seen before happiness, joy, gentleness and love ...
"Morning Watson" he said softly "very good indeed, Holmes" I replied. Nicknames weren't our thing. We showed our love and affection otherwise. He got up from the bed and putted his rope on but before that I saw thus catch a glimpse of his tight butt. "Do you want coffee" Sherlock asked. "Yes" I said slowly so I could look at him little bit longer before the world (kitchen and the rest of the house) would take him and make him ordinary, everybody's property. After all he was the famous detective Sherlock Holmes.
Couple minutes later he came back with two steaming cups of coffee. I tasted little bit from my cup and I noticed right the way, the sweetness. "You know I don't use sugar in my coffee" I said grumbling. "Everybody need some sweetness into their lives." He smirked. "I don't need any more 'cause I got you".