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Sherlock was not one for relationships. Ever. No exceptions.
Well...maybe one.
Melody Winters was the one person to turn the Consulting Detectives head, despite being just about the only one not intending to. So what happens when Melody...
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The next morning was now here, and Sherlock, despite not hearing anything from Melody the night before, good a good nights sleep. Probably the best one he has had in a long time. He shifted in his double bed slightly, finding that the thought of getting out of his comfy swamp of sheets seemed like a bad idea. For once, he fancied a lay-in.
After about an hour of just laying there, not even bothering to venture into his mind palace, he rolled over to his right bedside table and checked his phone that was currently charging, even though it was at full charge. Suddenly, a large grin spread across his face when he found a message from an unknown number, which read;
Unknown Hey! Sorry for the late message, I just got done with my dance show, so this is the only free time I've had since then.
He smiled at the first message, and then found that there was also a second one.
I'm also assuming that you didn't give me this number just for business use, so would it be bad if I didn't use it for business?
Sherlock was grateful that she got the message that he not-so-discreetly gave her the day before, as he would not have been able to just straight up ask her out.
Who do you think he is?
He immediately replied once he thought of a suitable answer.
Hello to you too. Of course it wouldn't be bad, that is the reason I gave it to you, after all. -SH
After he gave his reply, he finally decided to get up out of bed, pulling the sheet around his naked form. He sauntered into the kitchen as usual, startling John in the process by his unclothed demeanor. Sherlock sees the confused and vexed look on his face, and shoots a remark his way.
"Oh come on John, don't be a prude, it's not like this isn't a regular thing. And anyway, it's not like i'm stark naked, who do you think I am?" He stopped in his tracks as well as his speech for a second, before continuing. "Wait, don't answer that."
John just chuckled slightly at his best friend before saying, "I suppose half covered is better than nothing."
"Exactly, so stop giving me weird looks."
Sherlock made himself some tea before walking back into his room, one hand holding his sheet against his toned body, the other one carrying hot tea. He shut the door behind him gently, making sure he didn't spill the hot drink.
John was slightly confused, because Sherlock always drunk his tea out in the living room in the morning, and he rarely ever stayed in his room, even at night, when he is supposed to be sleeping. When he thought about it, Sherlock had actually been acting quite out of character for his usually sociopathic self recently, also pondering whether that was a bad thing or a good thing.
Sherlock was back in his room, assuming the position he was in earlier, accept for the fact that he was now sat up, against the headboard, slowly sipping his tea, not caring about the burning sensation that came with it.
