Moving In

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Most of my possessions are already moved into the flat, we have been busy moving things in our time between visits to Sherlock. My armchair from my room is already in the sitting room, across from the small couch. Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock walk in after me, he has a wide eyed look.

"Come in Sherlock."

I laugh at him again, he looks like a little kid on Christmas.

"What...what is this?"

"Its ours."

He walks over and hugs me, still in shock. I kiss him, long and hard. Mrs. Hudson invites us to dinner tonight before leaving, smiling. We accept, thanking her as the door swings shut. Sherlock mostly stands there, taking everything in.

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