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John woke up to the shifting body next to him. He turned and pushed his face into the back of Sherlocks neck, pressing a tired kiss there. He listened to Sherlock’s sigh of content.
They laid there together and breathed each other in. It was quiet and comfortable, holding each other tight with no sense of urgency to move anytime soon. They had their legs tangled together, the bedsheets messy and kicked around.
This, John thought, this is what home is.
And John took it all. He took whatever Sherlock had to give.