Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Twelve Graduation Day

Clara POV:

I woke up in the arms of my loving and caring boyfriend Sherlock Holmes; we decided to stay at his place last night as it was closer to the college and we wouldn't have to rush in to get there for our graduation. I quietly got out of bed, making sure not to wake Sherlock.  He hardly gets any sleep, so when he finally actually gets some rest its the best thing for him so I leave him alone. Well until he needs to get up, then I throw the covers off of him and tickle him until he gets up.

However, today was different we had a few hours until Graduation. It has finally come to the end of my college course, I've already applied to level two of animal care and too my surprise so has Sherlock. I have to admit I love this sociopath with all my heart, and I still don't understand how he hasn't figured out that I was the killer of the government members. I know he hasn't told Mycroft about me and I'm surprised Mycroft hasn't bothered to see who his brother is dating; apparently he only knows my first name and that's it. To be honest, and take note I'm not being mean towards Mycroft, but I only think that he's staying out of his brothers business because of him being jealous that Sherlock found someone.

While I left Sherlock to rest, I headed towards the kitchen and going through my bag to make sure that I packed what I wanted for tonight. After the graduation, everyone (including Sherlock after I managed to persuaded him) are going to a party afterwards. So when I left home yesterday, I managed to pack a dress that I know Sherlock is going to love and matching lingerie for later that night. Once I finished checking my bag, I went straight over to the fridge and started to pull out all my favourite breakfast foods, eggs, bacon, sausage and a can on baked beans from the cupboard. I have to add, that since Sherlock has been with me I have been forcing him to eat and he has put on a bit of weight, nothing overwhelming. . . just so that you cannot see his bones. 

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Sherlock POV:

When I wake, I'm brought back to the reality of the world with the smell of food and an empty bed. Obviously Clara's cooking breakfast, I love it when Clara cooks me breakfast even though I struggle to eat it. It's not the fact that I don't like it, I love the food she cooks me, it's the fact that I haven't eaten a lot ever never mind everyday. 

 I finally drag myself out of bed pulling on a pair of tracksuit bottoms as I head towards the door, once opening it the smell of bacon and egg hits me right in the face as well as the smell of coffee. Once I walked into the kitchen, all I concentrate on is Clara and what she is wearing. On her body, she wears one of my huge shirts but on her legs . . . she wears nothing but her underwear. As I get closer to Clara, I can clearly see from her body language that she hasn't noticed that I'm awake yet. So as I'm right behind her, I quickly wrap my arms around her waist and lift her away from the cooker (once obviously she had nothing in her hands). She starts to scream as I place her on the edge of the table opposite the cooker, she finished screaming once she finally notices it's me. 

"Sherlock what are you doing? I was making breakfast." I nuzzle my nose in the base of her neck as I talk back to her. 

"I'm saying good morning to my amazing girlfriend, that is looking incredible sexy in just my shirt and her underwear." I kiss her neck, I smirk as I hear the quiet gasp that she is trying to hide. 

"Well, good morning to you too Sherlock. May I say you look incredible in just your tracksuit bottoms, you'll have to dress like this every morning." She places her hands on my bare back as I guide my kisses up her jawline and to her lips. 

"I will do, but I think right now is not the time for anything like this. You're cooking breakfast and the cooker is still on, and I've just got out of bed and I stink of sweat from last night." I pull away from her lips after speaking in between kisses, but I still hold her against the table looking deep into her eyes like I always did. I loved this woman and I didn't understand why I just did, and to be honest I don't think that I couldn't either not since she first kissed me anyway.