There was some small, deep part of Sherlock that felt the bed shift and rise, but the urge to sleep just a bit longer was stronger, and he drifted back off.
This time, it was the smell of a fry-up that woke him, assaulting his nose and pulling him from sleep.
Not bothering to do something as banal as dressing, he went to the loo, did a quick piss, tooth brushing, and put his hair into some semblance of normalcy (though he still left it a bit toussled, he thought John might get an ego boost of remembering that he was why Sherlock's hair was the way it was).
Still without a stitch of clothing, he wandered into the kitchen only to find John working on the fry up he had smelt in the bedroom. The bacon and beans and toast were already on the table, the eggs as well, and he was pulling a pan with mushrooms and tomatoes out of the oven.
Careful not to startle the man, he carefully and gently leaned down and kissed the side of his neck.
"Good Morning, John." He said, a bit more formally than he'd meant it to sound.
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Date: 2019-02-05 05:57 pm (UTC)This time, it was the smell of a fry-up that woke him, assaulting his nose and pulling him from sleep.
Not bothering to do something as banal as dressing, he went to the loo, did a quick piss, tooth brushing, and put his hair into some semblance of normalcy (though he still left it a bit toussled, he thought John might get an ego boost of remembering that he was why Sherlock's hair was the way it was).
Still without a stitch of clothing, he wandered into the kitchen only to find John working on the fry up he had smelt in the bedroom. The bacon and beans and toast were already on the table, the eggs as well, and he was pulling a pan with mushrooms and tomatoes out of the oven.
Careful not to startle the man, he carefully and gently leaned down and kissed the side of his neck.
"Good Morning, John." He said, a bit more formally than he'd meant it to sound.