A Change Of Heart

Chapter 5

When John woke the next morning, Sherlock was still asleep beside him, it was unlikely he would be able to remember anything from the night before, therefore Johns love confession was most likely forgotten but John was never sure with Sherlock. He could just say he'd been playing along to Sherlocks rambling if Sherlock did remember.

John got up from the bed and leaned back over to tuck the covers around Sherlocks long body, resting his hand gently on Sherlocks thigh once he was done, just admiring the detective under the covers.

John gave him a fond pat and went back out to the living room and into the kitchen where he set out two mugs and set the kettle boiling whilst he put teabags in and two sugars in Sherlocks cup. He then added the water, stirring thirty times before pouring the milk a centimeter from the rim of the cup.

It was all very organized and it had become routine like everything John had been used to in the army, but living with Sherlock was unexpected so long as he was awake, John then took the teabags out and carried them back to Sherlocks room on a tray, setting them down on the table next to the bed.

"Morning Sherl" John whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed next to the detective.

Sherlock stirred and stretched his arms above his head, his back arching up from the bed and then down again as he pulled himself up and rest his back against the headboard. He looked sleepily at John and smiled, the numb feeling mostly gone so he now had control over his mouth again.

John returned the smile and handed Sherlock his mug, The detective yawned again and then sipped at the tea, enjoying the sweet flavour and savoring the tiny sticky granules of sugar that stuck to the rim.

As Sherlock sipped he managed to spill some down his still slightly numb mouth, John noticed and quickly used the cuff of his shirt to wipe it away.

"Careful Sherl, your mouth might still be a bit numb, you can drink but it's most likely gonna go down you than down your throat, look, here let me help" John said softly, taking Sherlocks mug and tipping it up to his lips and helping him drink it and wiping away whatever he did spill. Sherlock flushed slightly embarrassed, but knew he couldn't do it on his own so let John continue.

Once he'd finished his tea and John had finished his, John stood up from the bed and carried the cups out to the kitchen, deciding to make Sherlock some breakfast as well as himself.

He fried eggs and bacon and then toasted some bread, buttering it until it shone and then layered eggs and bacon and some hp sauce, the mix of yellow against the pink bacon contrasting beautifully with the brown sauce and white bread.

John cut the sandwiches in half just as Sherlock walked out of his room, already dressed in fresh clothes for the day including his purple shirt and black skinny jeans instead of slacks. John stared at the jeans, used to seeing Sherlock in slacks, and he thought it was hard to keep his eyes off him then, it would definitely be harder now.

John swallowed down his rising flush and averted his eyes from Sherlocks long slender legs and narrow waist, he then grabbed both plates and handed one to Sherlock as he turned and came into the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen table.

"Sherlock sit down on a chair" John persisted, taking hold of Sherlocks shoulder and pulling him forward off the table and onto the floor before guiding him backwards into the chair which he then sat opposite across the table. Sherlock smiled amused and took a knife and fork to his breakfast whilst John just picked it up and ate it with his hands.

Sherlock ate happily, enjoying his food until his plate was clean, John looked up surprised and smiled fondly at Sherlock before taking away his empty plate.

"I'm proud of you Sher, you actually cleaned your plate" John said as he washed the plates in the sink.

"No need to act so surprised, you cooked it after all" Sherlock teased, standing up quickly and pushing John aside with his hip as he rolled up his own sleeves and began to wash up.

"Who are you and what did you do with Sherlock Holmes?" John chuckled, slapping Sherlocks side with the towel and making him blush red.

"Thought I'd help that's all" Sherlock said with a smile, his voice soft.

John walked out the room, smiling at Sherlocks sudden domesticity in the flat, he couldn't really help it because, he knew the real Sherlock, everyone else just got the basic outline but John got to relish in the complex details carved by Sherlocks heart and not his mind and he loved that about Sherlock.