John's POV
(a/n this one's going to ne good. warning though, it's rated more towards x rather than m;) good luck my lovelies!)
I woke up with a slight start, there was an arm around me; hands intertwined; legs tangled beneath the sheets. Sherlock. looking at him in this moment made me realize just how much i bloody loved this git. His curls made a dark halo that surrounded his perfect, pale face, as the sun rose further the shadows cast onto his face, highlighting his features more than usual.
Geez, even in his sleep he can manage to look mysteriously sexy...
"Thank you," I hadn't realized his eyes were open, nor had i noticed that i was speaking out loud.
"...oh....um...sorry?!?"
"No need to apologize" he chuckled, making a deep rumbling sound.
I snuggled further into his chest and rested my chin in the crook of his neck. Sherlock moved a bit, but i didn't know what he was doing until i felt a hand playing with my hair and tracing circleson my cheek, staring into his beautiful eyes, which seemed to go on forever.
Biting my lower lip, my eyes slowly made their way to MY detective's perfect cupid's bow.
"You know John..."Sherlock said in his baritone voice,"all you need is ask."
With that he drew my face to his in a gentle kiss that spilled with emotion.
After what felt like seconds- and must've been minutes, Sherlock pulled away too quickly,"take a shower, whilst i make us tea, love." He pecked my forehead then headed for the kitchen.
After tha much needed hot shower, i walked to our bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist to get dressed."your red pants, John" i heard Sherlock call from the kitchen.
My red pants? God Sherlock, you know i hate those.
"John, i know what you're thinking, but your fine arse looks adorable in them; wear them for me"
"You sure do know how to make me feel special, love," I muttered, looking through my underwear drawer until i found them... the red pants i'd bought right after i'd moved in with Sherlock all those years ago.
I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist"mmm, i reallu do think your arse looks nice in those red pants of yours; why do you hate them so?"
"I feel it's emberassing to be a fully grown man- a doctor at that- and still wear red underwear!"
He pulled me in closer, kissing my jaw then nibbled on my earlobe .
"Wasn't there tea you were supposed to be preparing?" I asked, not really thinking of the tea.
"John," he sighed my name, causing me to shiver as his hot breath tickled the back of my neck,"do you really want tea, when all i want is you?"
"I don't want tea or breakfast, Sherlock, I need tea and breakfast."
"Dull."
We ate- well i ate a few buscuits, as Sherlock sipped his tea."So, what are we doing today?" I ask, before sipping the last of my tea.
"Well, Lestrade called for us, said he had a case that they couldn't solve. Though i doubt it's even a six."
"How so?"
"He said that Anderson couldn't figure it out, so I'm guessing it's at least a three."
