MorMor One Shots | Sherlock BBC

Early mornings

Hello my lovely beans, again a bit of fluff to make up for the latest angst.
Also I experimented a bit with the perspective, please let me know if you like it, I love nothing more than reading your comments! :)

And I'd like to remind you that I'm taking prompts, if you'd like to read something special abour our favorite couple in crime let me know. If it inspires me I'll write & publish it as soon as possible ♥

Jim

You know that he's back the moment you wake up. You don't even have to open your eyes. Sometimes you like to think that after all this years you have worked together you can do this. That you would know Sebastian with closed eyes by his touch, his smell, his sheer presence. You have to supress a smile when you blink your eyes open and grumble.

"Stalker."

The man who is leaning against the wall opposite of the bed smiles. He steps closer and cocks his head. Everything about him is calmingly familiar, from the way he moves to the almost inaudible sound of his bare feet on the parquet.
Four days. It's been a four day mission away from London, just four days, so stop acting like a fucking teenager, Jim.

"Any particular reason you're sleeping in my bed?" the new arrival asks and

this is what Sebastian Moran is to you.
He is the smell of leather jackets and gun oil, of cigarette smoke and sweat. He is cool grey eyes and three days of stubble, dark eye circles and a wide smirk. He is bruised knuckles and messy hair, combat boots and long mornings spend in bed with you, listening to old records. He is singing off-key in the shower and the silent thud of the recoil of his rifle against his shoulder. He is adrenaline and your favorite piece by Chopin. He is warm skin and scars underneath your palms.
He is your solid and constant reminder that you are here, that you are alive.

"Efficient. Closer to my study." You yawn and stretch lazily, glancing up at the other man through narrowed eyes. He needs a haircut and - "Seriously? Again?" - you reach up and run a finger over his split lip.
"Have you been making trouble again, tiger?"

"Oh, you know me, boss" Sebastian hums and leans over the bed, his hands on the matress next to you, a cheeky spark in his eyes and god, how you have missed him. "Trouble always knows where I am and jumps me."

He tilts down but you place your hands on his shoulders and hold him off.
"How did it go?"

Sebastian makes a small annoyed sound through his nose, he looks tired, there is still dust on his t-shirt and his face.

"Good. I was wearing my poshest suit and shot a guy in the kneecap, that was amusing. Had a beer and no sleep. Funny weekend, but the deal is settled. Need a new tie though." He shruggs and there it is, the wide smirk again.

You nodd, satisfied, knowing that he probably already typed the mission report on his way back. Right now he's relaxed and exhausted, would probably collapse on top of you if he didn't know you hate that.
Normally you'd have fun to mess with him in a state like this.

Testing your borders you reach up again and run your hands down the back of his shoulders and over his sides, and he does a sleepy little hum that you're sure you're the only one allowed to hear. The thought makes you smile.

Then you run your hand over his ripcage and he hisses. You frown and poke his right side, what produces another hiss.
"And what is this?" you ask and raise a brow. "That can't be from me. It's been nearly a week. So?"

"It's nothing, boss" he murmurs and moves away, but you grab his waist and he winces, murmurs a curse but stays in place.

"Shush. I want to see it."