One shots (johnlock fluff mostly)

Wounds heal, scars fade (pt.2)

Eventually the lingering affect of Mary began wearing away and after a few days back with Sherlock in 221b john had begun to free himself from the phantom chain that had held him away.

At breakfast he laid Sherlock's food down on the table and in doing so pressed a kiss to the side if the detectives cheek.

Case solved the same day he had taken Sherlock's hand in his own and walked back home with him, a simple gesture that let him know Sherlock was safe and warm at his side.

Dinner at Angelos and John had practically played 'footsie' under the table, trapping Sherlock's feet and vice Versa by Sherlock which then became so competitive Johns shoe flew off several feet. Giggles as John tried to snatch it back without drawing attention.

Hand holding on the way back home, eventually leading to john wrapping his arm around Sherlock's waist and leaning into his solid form as Sherlock decidedly pulled his coats sides round John as well in an attempt to shield form the decreasing temperature.

"What are you doing John?" Sherlock asked quietly as John stood up straight and took his hand firmly in his own and walked them right up to outside Speedys.

"Walking my date home of course" John said seriously.

"But you live here" Sherlock pointed out confused and also slightly pink at being called his 'date'.

John pressed a goodbye kiss to Sherlock's lips leaving him frozen as he jogged back down the road.

"Get inside, start the fire!" John called as he ran backwards and then turned to run at a full sprint down Baker Street away from Sherlock.

Sherlock still confused but with a fond smile went up to the door and unlocked it, it was only around 8:30pm

Sherlock headed upstairs one at a time, a content smile on his face, memories of Mary stored in a locked room of his palace. She was securely out of his way.

He set the fire going and went to out on his pyjamas for extra comfort in the flat. Once dressed he climbed into his chair and by the time John got back he had fallen asleep, tea now going cold and still stewing in the kitchen. 

John smiled to himself quietly as he took in Sherlock's soft, vulnerable figure curled up in his chair, savouring the batting of eye lids as he woke from his light sleep.

"Hello sleeping beauty" John whispered, crouching next to Sherlock's chair and pressing a kiss to Sherlock's brow.

"Where'd you go?" Sherlock asked, rubbing his eyes with a screw up fist looking if John say so himself, adorable.

"I was getting something" John whispered gently as he went to retrieve the large flower bouquet in varying shades of blue and red and white. He handed them to Sherlock who's torso and most of his head disappeared behind, secretly to Sherlock's delight so John didn't see his blush.

John then procured a box of chocolates from behind his back and handed them also over to Sherlock who laid down the flowers and took them too, blushing lightly and still adorably confused.

"I was getting you a treat my sweet" John said gently as he cupped the back of Sherlock's head delicately and pulled him into one of the softest kisses imaginable where Sherlock just melted into him.

"John" Sherlock breathed when they broke apart, his eyes welling up with tears,

"Shh love, you don't need to cry" John whispered as he brushed away the fallen tears.

"I love you" Sherlock mumbled, pressing his forehead against Johns.

"I love you too" John grinned.

"Forever?" Sherlock asked tiredly.

"Forever" John clarified before stepping up. "We should sleep" John decided when he looked to see that it was nearly eleven o'clock.

"Stay with me?" Sherlock looked up at him, eyes soft and gentle.

"Of course" John chuckled as he bent down to hook his arms around Sherlock's shoulders and his knees before lifting him off the chair with a mumbled word of tired confusion but too tired to really care.

John carried him down the hall and pushed the door open before laying Sherlock under the covers and ticking him in before toeing off his shoes and socks and slipping in behind, Pulling Sherlock to his chest, hand resting on his belly, warmth seeping through his tshirt and making sleep all that much easier.

"Nigh' Jawnn" Sherlock yawned and pressed his face into the arm under his head. Johns.

"Goodnight my precious detective"