It had been a typical morning for us. I woke up a short while before my dearest Watson. I was sipping tea in my dressing gown when he tumbled down the stairs in a similar state, looking for all the world like he had been through a terrible storm. His hair stuck up in nine directions and his dressing gown was on backwards. The man is not a morning person. I chuckled silently into my teacup as he collapsed on his chair and grunted something that may or may not have been English in my general direction.

"Good morning to you too." I said with a smile and he ignored me before starting to devour the eggs and toast that Mrs. Hudson had prepared. I turned my eyes back toward the top of the table. The sounds of his voracious eating almost drowned out the traffic on the street. I was listening to the usual Baker Street clatter when I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I looked up.

Watson was staring at me. He had a bit of egg stuck in his mustache and the most ridiculous and wonderful grin nearly split his face in two beneath it. I was still holding my teacup. I raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled at me and started putting jam on a piece of toast. I went back to listening to the sounds of the street. The next thing I knew there was a piece of toast smothered with strawberry jam floating right under my nose.

"You should really eat something, old boy." He said and he still had that same grin. Without a thought I bit off the a piece of the the toast and it was so swamped with jam that some of it dripped down the side of my face.

"I'll get it!" Watson said happily and walked over to my side of the table. He leaned down next to me and promptly licked it away. Then he attached his lips to my pulse point. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mrs. Hudson standing in the doorway with the bowl of sugar which she had forgotten to bring upstairs with the meal. She didn't seem to be in the least bit surprised.

"He likes jam." I mouthed with a nonchalant shrug and she rolled her eyes as if to say, 'I didn't need to be bloody Sherlock Holmes to see this one coming', before quietly locking the door and taking the bowl of sugar back downstairs with her.


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