Unexpected

It's all fine.

P.O.V John

When we arrived back at Baker Street, Sherlock sat down on the sofa.

"Tea?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

"Hmmm?" I looked over at him, his hands under his chin. He had been in his mind palace and obviously I had disrupted him.

"Sorry," I apologized, "Tea?"

He smiled at me. "Yes please."

I made the tea and went back into the living room, put one mug down on the coffee table in front of Sherlock and sat in my armchair. I glanced over at him. His eyes were closed, and he was laying on the sofa, hands steepled on his chest. His face was so gorgeous. His cheekbones... his lips...his eyes...

Wait!

His eyes were open, and he was looking at me, his face expressionless.

"How long are you planning on staring at me for?" He asked, his lips curled up into a mischievous grin.

I felt my face turn red.

"I-"

"Don't worry. It's fine. It's all fine." Sherlock stated, his grin fading into a smaller smile.

I smiled.

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P.O.V Sherlock

I opened my eyes, leaving my mind palace. I didn't know how long I'd been in my mind palace, but outside the sky was beginning to darken, and the light in the room had been switched on.

I looked over at John who was typing on his laptop. He looked up at me.

"Bored" I said.

"Tv?" He replied.

"Sure"

John stood and picked up the remote from the desk. He turned the tv on, then went to sit back down in his armchair. He found a channel that was showing a programme called "Death In Paradise".

I turned on my side so I was facing the tv, and pushed my body against the back of the sofa.

"John?"

"Yes Sherlock?" He relied, gazing at me.

"Lay with me?"

He smiled and walked over and lied down in front of me, his back pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He placed his hands on mine and we started watching the programme.

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"It was him."

"Sherlock how can you possibly know who was the murdered, its only been on five minutes!?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not to me."

"That's because you're an idiot."

"Yes, but I'm your idiot"

I placed a kiss on the top of his head, then leant my head next to his.

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A little while later, the show finished and John got up to turn the tv off then came back to the sofa, and lied back down. However this time when he lied down, we were face to face. I snaked my arms around him.

He smiled.

I smiled back.

His eyes were scanning over my face.

"What?" I asked.

"You."

"What about me?" I questioned, confused.

"You're so handsome.' The corners of his mouth turned upwards. My face turned a light pink.

"So are you." Now it was his turn to blush.

I pulled him in and placed my lips on his. His hands tangled in my hair, and mine rested on his back.

A few seconds later, he pulled away, then rested his forehead against mine.

"Sherlock?" John said, his voice clearly showing he was half asleep.

"Hmm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too."

I heard him yawn. "Go to sleep John."

After a few minutes, his breathing was slower and I could tell he was asleep. I closed my eyes.