Sherlock chuckled as John got up. They both knew that he was right, but it was still amusing to hear John get petulant about it.

He wasn't surprised at all when John came back, only to be the little spoon. Thankfully, Sherlock had (carefully) gotten up earlier to use the loo, so he had no such compunctions about needing to get out of bed any time soon.

Sherlock wrapped his long arms around John and pressed his body close, leaning his head on John's scarred shoulder. He kissed the old wound, gently giving it attention and care.