Falling For You

Biscuits

As soon as the couple arrived back to 221B Baker Street, Sherlock disappeared to his room. John wanted to follow him in and calm him down, but Sherlock locked the door.  John couldn't bring himself to leave Sherlock, so he sat down in front of the door and rested his back against the door that Sherlock was behind.  John sighed, wondering if he could do anything to make Sherlock feel better.  Obviously, Sherrinford's return was unsettling for John's love, but just because it was scary didn't mean that John had to be shut out of it. 

Then Mrs. Hudson came trotting up the stairs and looked for her boys in the sitting room, but they weren't there.  She walked back towards Sherlock's room and saw John sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up against his chest.

"Have you two had a domestic?" she asked softly, peering down at John.

John shook his head and sighed.  "Could you make us some tea, please?" John begged, his gentle eyes tender with wonder.  He was hungry and he knew that a cuppa would cheer Sherlock right up.

"Not your housekeeper," Mrs. Hudson remarked.  But then she saw the pain and worry in John's eyes and decided to grant his request.  She went into the kitchen to quickly put together a tray with biscuits and tea supplies.

She walked back over to John and held the tray out in front of him.  He thanked her briefly before taking the tray from her weak arms.  Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth but didn't say anything.  She didn't know what to say in this situation.  So, she left them alone.  She decided that they should be able to have their time together without her there to distract them, so she trotted back down the steps to her flat below.

John knocked on the door to Sherlock's room and hung his head, looking at the tray of tea in his hands.  There was silence from the other side of the door.  John sighed and looked away from the door, his eyes heavy with tears.

"Sherlock," he begged, his voice a feeble whisper.  "Please let me come in."

Another silence passed between the two odd lovers and John was going to give up and go eat the biscuits himself when he heard a quiet shuffling from Sherlock's room.  His eyes opened wide in hope and then disgruntled Sherlock appeared at the door.  He was already dressed in his grey sweatpants and his silk robe and his hair was a mess.  A sexy mess, John noted.

"I have some biscuits," John said sheepishly from the doorway.  Sherlock looked up from the floor at John and his stormy eyes briefly skimmed the gaze of his partner.  Then Sherlock's eyes settled on the tray of tea and biscuits in John's hands and Sherlock found himself smiling weakly.

"Come in," Sherlock said.

John nodded and followed his tall love into the bedroom and closed the door behind them so Mrs. Hudson would know not to disturb them.  Sherlock collapsed onto his bed and pulled his knees up to his chest and let out a long sigh.  John set the tray down on Sherlock's bedside table and snuggled up beside him.  John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's torso and held him close to his chest so he knew that he was safe in his arms.  Sherlock smiled to himself at the warmth that John was providing for him.

Sherlock always thought that it was his job to do the protecting, but it appeared as though John was quite good at it himself.  For the first time, Sherlock felt 100% safe, and it wasn't because he was alone.  It was because he was in the arms of the only man he would ever love, and he never wanted to leave this moment.