True Love

3.

The next morning, I woke up, but it wasn't in my own bed. I looked over to see Sherlock sleeping, a smile on his face, like he was having a peaceful dream. If I could, I would spend a whole day watching him sleep. But I couldn't. I had things to do. I got up and grabbed a pair of jeans from his floor and put them on, before making my way to the kitchen. The kitchen was a mess, test tubes and chemicals were spread everywhere. I didn't dare move anything, so I looked in the fridge to see if there was something I could eat. All I could see where some out of date eggs and a bag of ice. In the ice, it looked like there was a thumb or a toe. I smiled slightly, wondering what Sherlock had been up to.
"I'll go see if there is a shop around here," I murmered to myself. I grabbed a t-shirt and jacket and put them on, then walked out the apartment, closing the door quietly behind me. I took out a pair of sunglasses from the jacket and walked to the nearest shop.

•••

When I returned, Sherlock was still in bed, so I made a start on breakfast. I decided to make some pancakes, and I bought some berries to put on top. As I was putting pancake mixture into a pan, I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist, then soft lips kissed my neck. I smiled a little.
"Morning James," Sherlock whispered, and kissed my neck again. Usually I would hate people calling me James, but I loved the way he said it, almost mysteriously but with such care. I turned around to him, a smile still plastered to my face.
"Pancakes?" I asked, looking at his face, trying to read how he was feeling. He was definitely happy right now.
"Sure," he replied, "I'll just go get dressed," he added.
I took a look at what he was in right now. He was stood in front of me, only wearing a pair of jeans. He turned to start walking to the bedroom.
"Or you could just, not," I declared, biting my lip a little. He seemed to be coming out of his emotionless bubble, and I felt like that was my doing. Sherlock nodded and took a seat. I placed the plate in front of him, the berries scattered around the pancakes.
"I didn't know you could cook," Sherlock joked, grabbing his fork and starting to eat.
"Three years in hiding does wonders for ones culinary skills," I laughed, placing my plate down on the cluttered table.

We sat in an uncomfortable silence while we are our pancakes.
"So uh..." we both started at the same time. I vowed my head down slightly.
"You go ahead," I said, letting Sherlock speak.
"I have work to do today, but maybe we could meet in the evening for some more, time together," Sherlock replied, a smirk on his face. He then looked at me and winked slightly, and I knew what he had planned.
"I was going to say similar. I have a few, jobs, to do so afterwards we shall meet. Eight o'clock at say, my place?" I questioned. Sherlock nodded.
"I best be off, Lestrade will be wondering where I am," Sherlock stated, and I nodded, standing up to walk him out. He walked across to me, and hugged me, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I hugged him back.
"I missed you, please never leave me again!" he exclaimed, and I could have sworn he was crying. I pulled away from his hug, my hands still placed on his waist.
"I'm not planning on leaving, and if I were to, I would bring you with me," I told him, then kissed his cheek. He nodded then took my hand as we walked down the stairs.
"I can walk you to Lestrade's office" I suggested. "It's on the way to my first job," I added, so he didn't have to worry about me walking any further than was required. I could tell he was unsure at this suggestions, because he avoided eye contact and rubbed his neck.
"I uh, you know what. That would be lovely," he smiled, then opened the door and walked out, his hand in mine.

We walked all the way to Lestrade's office. I knew he would usually take a cab, but I thought walking was much nicer than taking a cab. When we got to Lestrade's, we stopped.
"I best go meet Lestrade, see what he has for me today," Sherlock said.
"Of course," I agreed, then kissed him goodbye. He had a huge grin on his face as he skipped up the stairs to meet Lestrade.

I took out my phone and texted him the address of my apartment, then walked cheerily along to meet one of my workers.