Sherlock’s mobile is buzzing.
A hand reaches out from under the covers and blindly gropes for it. Once found, the hand grabs the phone and pulls it under.
Someone groans in irritation at being woken up.
"It’s Lestrade." says John. He pulls back the covers and reveals Sherlock curled up on his side with his back to John. He’s clinging to sleep.
"Don’t care." Sherlock mumbles.
"He’s got a case."
"He says it’s a nine."
"Which means it’s more like a four."
John grins and leans over Sherlock, pressing kiss after kiss to Sherlock’s neck and shoulders.
"I think you’ll want to take this." John says, handing Sherlock his phone. "He’s really keen on you going to this crime scene. He must need you."
Sherlock groans a little and rolls onto his back, finally scrolling through the texts on his phone. His face brightens with each passing second.
"This might be good actually," Sherlock says, "Very good. Dangerous, even."
He looks up at John with a wicked grin but it’s softened around the edges by the last lingering vestiges of sleep.
"I get the shower first." John says, and sits up on the edge of the bed, searching for his pants.
"Yes, fine, but don’t use all the hot water. No time for breakfast either. I’ll ask Mrs. Hudson if she has anything for us." Sherlock says, sitting up and stretching his arms high above his head.
John twists his torso and leans back to meet Sherlock for a little kiss on the lips.
"Morning, you." John says.
"Morning." Sherlock smiles into John’s lips.
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