The Muse (johnlock)

Chapter 1

{AN: sorry if this sucks this is my first fanfiction. If u have recommendations or suggestions please comment on them! I love feedback!}

It was a relatively quiet day at 221B Baker Street, that is until Sherlock started playing his violin at 5:00 in the morning.

Just to Johns luck, he was woken up by the slow notes being played out on Sherlock's violin. Knowing that he couldn't go to sleep John decided he might as well go downstairs and start his morning. He grabbed one of his many jumpers from his closet and headed downstairs.

As John entered the living room he couldn't help but stop and watch as Sherlock plucked a few strings on his violin, occasionally scribbling a few notes on a piece of paper. The cold light of London's early morning sky shined into the living room, highlighting all of the individual dark chocolate curls that lined Sherlocks head and casting shadows against his cheekbones.

It was only until Sherlock stopped playing that John had realized he'd probably been staring at him a bit too long. 'Shoot why must I always make thing awkward!' John thought to himself, walking to the kitchen to make some tea.

Once the tea was ready John settled down into his chair across from Sherlocks, holding his tea as it warmed his hands. Shortly after he sat down did Sherlock slide into his own chair holding his hands to his cupids bow lips as he got lost in his mind palace. John didn't really mind that Sherlock went to his mind palace, on mornings like this it was rather peaceful as he sipped his tea and Sherlock sat there thinking.

They sat like that for about an hour and a half. John who was now reading the paper looked up to see Sherlock who was in the same position but now staring right at him. It was rather hard to look at him when it felt like his piercing blue green eyes were staring into your soul.

John cleared his throat, uncomfortable by the gaze of the detective. Shifting in his chair and looking away hoping to get rid of the gaze only to wander back to his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Sometimes Sherlock would be in his mind palace and his eyes would be open from time to time, staring straight ahead. Which was a bit unnerving when you sit in front of him. But this time seemed different for some reason; Again as Sherlock points out frequently John isn't the best when deducing so he couldn't be entirely sure.

A few quick raps came from the door shortly followed by Mrs. Hudson entering the flat. Sharply inhaling, Sherlock rose from his chair as the silence of the flat broke.