Chapter 5 - getting used to things

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John rolled over in bed to see a sleeping Sherlock. His boyfriend's dark curls fell over his face and his Cupid bow lips looked so wonderful to kiss. He smiled at this and climbed off the plush mattress to get ready for the day.
It had been a few weeks after Sherlock and John officially became a thing. The first week they spent learning each other's boundaries and getting used to each other giving constant affection. The second week they went on their first official date and told Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft (although Sherlock wasn't very approving of the idea), and Molly. The third week they became officially public with a relationship status posted on John's blog. Of course fans went crazy over this and soon it was the talk of the town reaching the newspapers too. John smiled at when he first posted their relationship on the internet, when he and Sherlock were leaving to go on a date people crowded around the flat. News reporters shoved microphones in the couple's faces and cameras flashed. When they finally got in the cab the just sat down and were silent for a minute before bursting into laughter.

Sherlock groaned as he got up from bed. He rubbed his back and padded out to the living area. John had left a sticky note on his violin "went to work I'll be back near lunchtime - John". Sherlock took the note off of the wood of his instrument and began tuning. A thought then occurred to him, he got up from his seat and put his violin down. He pulled on a button down black shirt, pulled on his black jacket and then his long coat. He then proceeded to tie his scarf and headed out.

He roamed the streets. His shoes hit the concrete sidewalks. The cool morning breeze brushed against him. He observed the people walking their dogs. Some kids ran along playing on the walk ways. He finally found the shop he was looking for. He pushed the door open. The music shop was small. A worker slumped on the counter, headphones covering his ears. Sherlock began to roam the shop until he found what he was looking for. A new shiny black violin case, a lump of rosen, and a new cloth to clean the wood of the violin. He took these items to the counter and quickly paid and headed back to the flat.

It was around 12:20 pm when John entered the flat to find Sherlock playing a new tune.
"New song is it Love?" John asked putting down the takeout he got on the way home. Sherlock grunted a response before putting his attention to the song. It was a dark lonely song at first but then turned more romantic and happy. Sherlock scribbled some new notes on the page on the music stand. He then placed the bow on the strings once more playing the tune once more before crossing out and replacing a note. John put a plate of food near Sherlock.
"Sherlock, love, you need to eat you didn't eat all yesterday!" John begged his lover to eat. Sherlock groaned.
"I ate yesterday." He grumbled back at John. John sighed, at this pointed pulling his boyfriend away from the music.
"You ate a bread roll for breakfast, lunch, and dinner Sherlock!" Sherlock sighed.
"Fine!" Sherlock began stuffing the food in his mouth as he wrote a few more notes on the sheet of music.

Hello my friends! I wanted to make this chapter as an easy chapter. Something I wanted to include was music, I personally play the Viola. It's actually a lot of fun but I don't see myself ever playing professionally. But I do care a lot about my instrument. I like to brush off the dust using a cloth before any concert just as a way to ease my worries or nervousness. I also wanted to include Sherlock not eating as much. He doesn't have an eating disorder but this is in this fanfic for a reason. Lack of food intake I believe actually prevents periods. Although it is very unhealthy to do but it is very likely for Sherlock to do, As periods are a huge cause of dysphoria for me. Again don't do this it's really unhealthy.
- Umber

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