Bringing this back for valentine’s day. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sherlockians!
Sherlock was exhausted. Stepping out of the cab, he undid both his tie and the top button of his shirt. He had been out for some dull family function with Mycroft that had kept him out very late. 3am in fact. Upon entering 221b he discovered John asleep in his armchair in an apron and oven mitts, a complete mess and clearly exhausted. Walking over he slipped the oven mitts off of his hands and placed them on the side table.
"Sh-Sherlock?" John asked, sleepily.
"I’m home. You didn’t have to wait up, you know." Sherlock replied, tousling his hair.
"OHMYGOD!" John exclaimed and practically launched out of his chair. "Wait right here. Erm… Turn round. Don’t look, OK?" He said as he scurried in to the kitchen, oven mitts in tow.
"If you say so." Sherlock chuckled, turning his back and striding over to face the desk.
Sherlock could hear rustling and the clatter of pans and dishes in the kitchen behind him. Sneaking a quick peek he saw that the entire kitchen was in a state of total upheaval. Mixing bowls and batter everywhere, icing sugar all over the table, and a whisk sticking out of the sink. What on earth had John been baking this late? Smirking, he turned his back again before John could catch him spying.
"Alright, you can look now. But I swear, Sherlock, if you laugh I won’t make you tea for a whole month" He heard John say as he padded carefully into the sitting room.
When Sherlock turned around he couldn’t help but stare. There was John, apron still on, a smudge of frosting on his cheek, lightly dusted with icing sugar from head to toe, holding out one of Mrs.Hudsons good plates. On it sat a single red rose and one terribly decorated cupcake complete with a slightly askew candle. Sherlock felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. So this is what John had been doing.
"Umm. I thought… since… you know… it being Valentine’s and all… I mean I know you’re not much for cupcakes but the cinnamon buns were a write-off and the cookies weren’t much better so… um… here it is. I know we weren’t going to celebrate but it’s our first valentines and I didn’t want to be a total clot and not do anything." John stammered, clearly flustered, a blush creeping into his cheeks.
Sherlock strode over to him and took the plate, blowing out the candle. “I do like cupcakes… when Mycroft doesn’t nick them all” He said, laying the plate down on the side table and turning again to face John. Sherlock reached out and cupped John’s face with his hands. Leaning down, Sherlock pulled Johns face in to meet his and kissed him tenderly.
"It’s perfect" Sherlock smiled against John’s lips.
"The frosting is a bit too sweet but other than th-"
"John..I said… it’s perfect" Sherlock whispered between kisses.
John smiled, eyes shining with love “I love you, you know”
Sherlock pulled John in tight and chuckled into his hair “I love you too. Even if you did ransack the flat”
"Oi! Tosser… Shut up and eat your cupcake"
Sherlock looked down at his doctor and smiled.