Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 4 - Tea for two

John's POV:

I watched Sherlock sink into the dusty leather chair, with his eyes closed the corners of his mouth turn upwards. I continued to watch him from the door as he sat still, half smiling. Sherlock belonged here in Baker Street with me.

I heard Mrs Hudsons coming upstairs to join us, Sherlock must have heard her too as his eyes snapped open, making exact contact with mine. His eyes were swimming with happiness, I had only ever seen this a few times, once when we saw eacother for the first time when he had "returned from the grave" and the second, when he had looked at 'The Woman'

I made my way to my chair as Mrs Hudson brought a chair over and served our tea. "Remember boys, I'm not your housekeeper." There was no sound but Sherlocks deep chuckle while we sipped at our tea, "Mrs Hudson, how I would have missed you" Sherlock smiled again, the smile even reached his eyes. It's becoming a habit of his today, smiling. Yet here I am staring at him, in awe of his slightly wonky teeth and perfect eyes. He must have felt my gaze as his eyes once again met mine in an instant. I could have sworn Sherlock winked at me before leaning back into his seat continuing to grin. "So, Mrs Hudson, let me tell you why I have returned..."

Sherlock and I filled in Mrs Hudson on the days events. Of course she had seen Moriarty on the television earlier but all she wanted was details! She would have been lost without Sherlock here and feared that I would have left again, as I had when we thought he was dead. I had promised myself and Mrs Hudson that I wouldn't leave Baker Street as long as she was there. I could not burden here again. However, this is all a thing of the past Sherlock has returned after being gone half a day. A vast improvement considering he let us believe him to be dead for two years.

Mrs Hudson left our flat, returning to her own while Sherlock and I sat in our respective seats just looking around at Baker Street. Our home. Our home that could be so easily taken away from us, It's not home without the other. Why would Sherlock have risked ruining our lives? Over Magnussen blackmailing people? Something so trivial, almost ripped the two of us apart. I could have lost the chance to tell him how I felt, no! Still feel about him. I'm going to have to seize that chance very soon incase Moriarty's return stops us...

I glanced at my watch, it was already 4:30 and I needed to get ready, I had told everyone to come to Baker Street for 6pm as sherlock would have been landing in Europe and I would be sat alone in the previous flat that I had owned consulting detective, wallowing in self pity, missing my flatmate. No longer do I have to grieve, He's sat infront of me, in our flat, where he belonged. At Baker Street.

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I jumped into the shower first as Sherlock was dragging his feet. He was trying everything in his power to make me call off the gathering but I was not going to budge. Although and evening alone with him would be wonderful, it was the principal of the matter, and everyone had already agreed to come.

I stood staring at my wardrobe which was bursting at the seams with jumpers. In the end I chose the one Sherlock had bought me on my birthday the second year after we had met. It was blue coincedentally 'brought out my eyes' according to my sister Harry, Sherlock had sworn he merely picked one of the shelf in a rush due to the 'social norm' which is exchanging gifts on birthdays. I was doubtful.

I pulled the jumper down over my head, smoothing my hair, I made my way to the kitchen to make some tea. As I was about to call asking if Sherlock wanted some tea, he appeared in the doorway to his bedroom.

I swallowed hard. He's wearing the purple shirt!!!!! He ruffled his hair before making his way to the kitchen, he walked so smoothly, gracefully, yet all I could do was stare at his chest. I gazed at where the shirt gaped and the buttons pulled from the tension Sherlock's large chest provided. Eventually I tore my gaze away as I heard Sherlock as me a question. "Sor-Sorry what was that Sherlock?"

"I asked if you were making tea for two, John"