As per usual on his day off, John had gathered the paper and his coffee, and proceeded to camp out on the couch for his mid-morning break. Still in his gown, he sat his cup on the low table within easy reach, put his feet up and stretched out, and then unfolded his paper and flipped to the sports to see if his boy’s had been holding their own.
And, as per usual on John’s day off, Sherlock set his barely-touched coffee in the sink, shed himself of his pajama bottoms, waited until he heard John turn away from the sports page, and then followed him into the sitting room where he crawled up onto the couch and stretched himself out on top of John.
“Mm,” John hummed as he kissed the top of Sherlock’s head and maneuvered one arm so he could lay it across the other man’s shoulders without letting go of his paper.
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