I woke up the next morning to find Sherlock sitting up in bed, resting against the head board and reading on my laptop. He was sitting right next to me and running his fingers lazily through my hair. He smiled as soon as he realised that I was awake.

"Good morning..." He said in that wonderful voice of his. I hadn't realised until that moment just how seductive it is...like melted chocolate, I thought.

"Good morning." I said as I looked up at him. I realised that I was smiling...a silly, goofy, I'm so happy I can't believe it kind of smile. I couldn't help it. It was such a wonderful way to wake up.

"How long have you been up?" I said.

"Around three hours now."

"And you're still here?" I was surprised. Sherlock could never stay in bed, once he was awake. He had to be up and about, doing something, working a case, doing an experiment or pacing up and down, complaining of boredom. I couldn't believe that he had simply been sitting in bed and reading all this while.

"Where else would I be?" He said. He sounded so matter of fact, like it was obvious and understood that he would be close to me if he could. It made me smile. It made me snuggle up to him and rest my head on his shoulder. What can I say? I am utterly besotted with the man.

"Besides, I like watching you sleep. It makes me feel peaceful." He said as he put his arms around me and pulled me close. And he claims that he is not romantic. We held each other for a couple of minutes. I had no desire whatever to get out of bed, but I had to go to work. I tried to get up, but Sherlock wouldn't let me.

"Let me go, love." I said, surprising myself with that endearment. It had felt so natural to say it.

"Did you just call me 'love'?" He said.

"Problem?" I said imitating him as well as I could.

He smiled at that. "No. I just...I really like it and I'm surprised." He said looking completely bemused.

"Well, so am I, to be honest. But it felt right. So I guess I'm going to keep saying it."


"Sherlock, you really have to let me go now. I have to go to work."

"No. I want you to stay at home. Call in sick or better yet, quit."

"I can't quit!"

"Why not? It's not as if you need the money. We make more than enough on our cases."

It warmed my heart to hear him say that. To see the way he automatically included me in his work. I always went with him when he called and I tried to help in any way I could, but honestly, my medical opinion was rarely needed. Because Sherlock knew as much about examining bodies as I did. He would always ask me to take a look, but my observations only served to confirm what he had already figured out. My only real contribution was to watch his back and keep him from running headlong into danger and taking unnecessary risks. That was an important job, to be sure, but it in no way justified his claim that we solved cases together. We didn't. It was all him and his remarkable intelligence.

"That is very sweet of you to say, love, but you do all the work. You solve the cases. I'm just there to watch your back. So they are not really our cases and the money you make is not our money. So I do need this job, you know. Wouldn't be able to pay my share of the rent otherwise." I said and then I kissed him lightly on his cheek and got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stayed where he was. He had a thoughtful look on his face like he was trying to understand something.

I took a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom to find that he was no longer there. Probably downstairs making the tea and the toast and cooking the eggs, I thought fondly. It was a small thing for him to do, but it made me so very happy. I got dressed quickly and ran down the stairs just in time to see him pour the tea out. He was still looking thoughtful. Uh oh.

"John, do you honestly believe what you said earlier?" He said as soon as I sat down.

"What about?"

"About you not really helping me solve our cases?"

"Yes. I do have the odd useful idea, I suppose, but other than that, I just stand around like the rest of them, while you solve the case."

"That is not true at all." He said. He sounded indignant. "The first time that I took you to a crime scene with me, that was an impulse driven by curiosity and a desire for company. And perhaps a desire to impress you." He coloured a little as he said that. It is a sight that I find completely adorable. So I smiled and that hint of pink on his cheeks got deeper. I love knowing that I can affect him like this.

"But I realised something after that night. I like having you with me. There's just something about your presence that soothes me and calms me down. My brain just works better and I solve cases more quickly. And you have this unshakeable faith in me unlike all the others who don't believe a word I say until I actually prove it..." He said softly.

I reached for his hand and held it. It was clearly very important to him that I understand what he was saying. So I listened quietly, keeping my arguments to myself.

"And while you may not regularly have ideas that might help solve the case, you nearly always say or do something that puts me on the right track. And you are an excellent sounding board. My thoughts are always clearer once I've talked them over with you. And you deal with all those irritating people, you take care of all the social niceties that I can't be bothered with. What I do would be so much more difficult if I didn't have you."

Wow...that was all I could think as I sat there trying to process everything that he'd just said.

"I do all that for you? Really?" I said. My disbelief was obvious.

"Yes you do. And then there's your blog. I hate that you started writing about me and turned me into a bit of a celebrity, but I can't deny that you've helped build my reputation. A lot of our cases have come to us because of your blog. So this is as much your work as it is mine. And the money we make from our cases belongs to the both of us. I need you to understand this. I know that you are a proud man, John. You insist on paying your share of everything. I really admire that. But I need you to know that you do more than your fair share already. You don't need your job just to pay the rent."

I had a lump in my throat as I stared at him. I had trouble articulating exactly what I was feeling. "That's...wow, that's really generous of you, love."

"No, it's not. I'm not being generous, John. Not at all. I'm being honest. You truly do all of that for me. I need you to understand this. We are partners. We work together. We solve cases together and I would really appreciate it if you would stop reducing everything to money. Your money, my money...I hate it when you do that! You belong to me and I belong to you. Everything else is...detail."

I sat there feeling utterly gobsmacked. I'd had no idea that Sherlock valued me that much. I honestly had no idea what to say. So I did the only thing I could at that moment. I walked around to his side of the table. I leaned down and I kissed him. I tried to put everything that I was feeling into that kiss. It was intense and beautiful. My heart was thudding like it was going to leap out my chest. God, I love him so much, I thought as he pulled me on to his lap.

I sighed when he wound his hand through my hair. I gasped when he ran his fingers lightly across my jaw and my neck. I put my hands around him and pulled him closer and then I proceeded to kiss him thoroughly. I felt like I wanted to know every inch of him. I wanted to mark him and make him mine. And so I pulled away from his mouth and started to suck on his neck. He gasped and bucked into me. So I did it again feeling inordinately happy as the skin coloured under my teeth. I could feel his heart beating against mine.

I moaned as I felt his arousal against me. I felt a sharp spike of need for him just then, a need to get as close as possible and love him as intimately as possible.

So much for taking it slow, I thought as I found myself grinding against him. He seemed every bit as desperate as I was. And when we finally climaxed, it was brilliant, amazing, wonderful, the best ever. I realised then and perhaps he did too, that we needn't be tentative about our physical relationship. We loved each other so much that anything we did would be brilliant. We didn't really have to try, beyond wanting each other and that we did...a lot. Needless to say, I never made it to work that day.


A/N: Tell me what you think.