|| Be Her Guard || Sherlock Holmes x Reader

|♢| Chapter 14 |♢| Incoming Call

John grumbles to himself when stepping into the living room, rubbing his tired eyes while setting course for the only thing that matters to him this early in the morning: a fresh cup of coffee.

"Good morning, John," you're already cooking breakfast, although, it doesn't appear that you've been awake for very long seeing that you're still dressed in pajamas with your hair only slightly maintained. You send him a smile which he copies the best he can through his exhaustion.

"Morning, (Y/n)," he heads straight for the coffee machine, putting everything else aside until he can get at least a sip of the caffeine laced drink to jump start his senses.

While lazily selecting a mug from the cupboard, he gives a quick scan of the flat. It hasn't occurred to him until now that Sherlock's no where to be seen in either the kitchen or living room which leads him to question the detective's whereabouts out loud.

"Oh, he's still asleep," you answer simply with a hum, cracking another egg into the pancake mix.

"Asleep? I didn't think Sherlock ever slept," the ex-military doctor comments, watching each droplet of coffee fall into the mug.

"Better go in there and take a picture. It's something that only happens once every year," you joke, although, you keep your content smile to yourself, an unnoticed blush rising to your cheeks simply at the thought of having slept next to Sherlock for the first time. Despite the hiccup of your nightmare, you'd say you had an amazing night's sleep. 

It's about fifteen minutes after John's awaking that Sherlock finally wobbles into the kitchen himself, already wrapped snuggly in his robe. His fair is in a frizz and in desperate need of a good combing yet that will have to be done at a later time.

Drunk on sleep, he stretches his arms up with a yawn before lowering them around your waist, letting his chin fall to the crook of your neck as you begin pouring pancake batter into the pan," good morning, Sherlock."

He only hums in response, hiding his face farther away in your hair while breathing in your scent. Normally he'd refrain from PDA, but as it turns out, falling a sleep with your girlfriend in your arms sure does change one's thought towards the requirement of sleep, leaving him too tired to care what John thinks. He just might be tempted to doze off with you more often now. 

It's a bit uncomfortable to watch, John will admit, but he does nothing to stop either of you, instead keeping his eyes trained on his newspaper. It isn't as if either of you are disrespectful with your affection, in fact, this is one of the first times John's seen the two of you be affectionate towards each other outside of simple flirting. It's just strange if anything. He's so use to that robotic-like side of Sherlock, not the Sherlock who willingly hugs a woman as if nothing else in the world exists. John's happy for him, but weirded out nonetheless. 

'At least they haven't made out in front of me yet,' he thinks to himself with a sip of his coffee.

"Don't tell me you'll be making them into shapes of childish cartoon characters," Sherlock mumbles without even looking at the pancakes you're creating.

"Don't worry, I'll make yours in normal, boring circles to go with your lack imagination."

Sherlock sighs through his nose before leaving your side while you explain to a confused John that your father always likes to make shaped pancakes which is a tradition you've inherited. Of course, Sherlock's never liked them due to how 'childish' and 'unnecessary' they are, but that doesn't stop you.

By the time breakfast is finished, Sherlock's already typing away on the laptop in the living room, hardly paying attention to the plate of food you set in front of him as he's too busy looking over his email," your mother would be having a fit if she saw you now."