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Title: Working from home
Theme: # 37 - Office
Claim: John/Sherlock
Words: 609
When John woke up, he was alone in the bed. It wasn't an unusual thing; it happened more often than the times he had another body curled around him. It didn't bother him all too much. When you were in a relationship with Sherlock Holmes you took into account that there wouldn't be large amounts of cuddling.
For once they had gone to bed together, but when John had fallen asleep with his head propped on Sherlock's chest he hadn't expected the man to be there when he woke up again. It would have been a pleasant surprise, but not something he expected. Sherlock had most likely waited until John had fallen asleep and then he had gotten up again to work through the night.
Stretching, John sat up on the bed, putting his feet on the cold floor in a search for his slippers. He found them, toeing them on as he reached for Sherlock's gown. His own was in the bathroom, a walk too far without any clothes on. Instead he wrapped Sherlock's gown over his body and walked out of their bedroom.
“Good morning,” he yawned, putting a hand in front of his mouth. Sherlock sat in one of their chairs, his legs crossed and his finger tips touching together. He was wearing a suit, but John could see the signs of him staying up all night. The back of the collar was slightly askew and the lapels were ruffled.
“Morning, John,” Sherlock said without turning around. He was facing a man currently sitting on their couch. The man was in his fifties or maybe lower sixties, it was hard to tell. He had a suit that was even more fancy than Sherlock's quite impressive collection. He had a displeased expression, but John threw a quick look at the man. Then he pulled the gown closer around his body before he headed into their kitchen to prepare some tea.
“Mister Holmes,” the man on the couch coughed. John couldn't see him anymore, but the man sounded about as sour as he had looked a few moments ago. “I was assured that this was a professional establishment, not a place for half-naked men to wander around at. There will be no business, thank you very much.”
The next thing John hears is distressed footsteps and the slamming of the front door. Frowning, he leaves the kettle on the stove to let the water boil
“What was that all about?,” he asked as he stepped out to the common area again. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”
Sherlock still didn't look at him, still in his deduction stance as he mumbled on.
“Maybe I should acquire a office in a different building. With the amount of money we make with the cases it should no longer be an issue with affording the rent.”
John shook his head, maybe a little too vigorously.
“You're staying here, right where I can see you. God knows that you cause enough trouble here, I don't want to have to worry about what you might come up with when you're left to your own device. Beside, I like having you around for other reasons.”
John's voice was casual, but Sherlock's head piked up, his eyes going just a little wider for a moment. Then a small smile spread on his face as he uncrossed his legs and stood up from the
“Well, it seems like today's case have been cancelled so it would seem fit to rethink today's schedule.”
The kettle boiled over at the stove not long after that.