The morning sun filtered through the slight gap in the black out curtains, the golden glow landing on the detective's face, putting the the man half submerged by the darkness of the room. Elongating his body fully, Sherlock gasped softly, beginning to shed the groggy feeling of sleep. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he relaxed into the soft memory foam of his mattress thinking about the previous night, the small pain in his rear confirming that it had all been real. Flinging his left arm out to the side, his fingers grazing the smooth wooden surface of the bedside table. Shifting more to the left side of the bed away from the light, towards his phone, into darkness, Sherlock wrapped his slender fingers around the hand held device feeling it vibrate within his gentle grasp. Glancing at the highlighted number on his lit up screen, a purr rises in his throat as the pad of his thumb taps the green phone on the thin glass, answering the call. "Are we going to be having morning calls now?"
"I know when you wake up, so I thought why can't I give you a call. It's not as if you're occupied with a case . And just because I call you in the morning after the night we had sex, does not mean that I want to start a morning schedule of calls."
Sweet, irish accent leaced words rose from the phone, making Sherlock smile like a teenager if he had just received a text from the one he fancied. "I wasn't saying that getting a call from you in the morning is a bad thing." Sherlock's voice was gaining enthusiasm as he woke more.
"Good, I may turn this into a regular thing then. I called because I..."
The detective heard the pause and sat up in bed worriedly. "You what Jimmy?" They had slep together all of one time, but Sherlock felt protective over the criminal. If something was wrong, he needed to know. That would now effect him, for he had let his barrier fall, which allowed Jim Moriarty into his heart.
"I wanted to hear your voice."
"Oh..."
"And normally I would kill...actually no, I would get Sebastian to kill whoever had called me Jimmy...but I like the way it sounds coming from your mouth and those delicious lips of yours... Sher."
"Fantastic, we're up to the affectionate nicknaming stage already." A small chuckle escaped from the youngest Holmes's throat.
"Don't blame me, you started it."
A soft chuckle rose from the end of the line which made Sherlock unintentionally purr. "Well...I have to go, John will be up soon, and I have a case to solve. I'll text you."
"And I shall be looking forward to receiving them. Have a nice day Sher."
And with that the phone call ended. Grunting softly, the detective put his cell phone down before getting out of the soft, cozy bed. He was already awake, but a shower was in order none the less. Turning on the taps, Sherlock slipped under the warm, falling water, truly awakening as his body is aroused from the sleep that still clung to his muscles. Getting out after ten minutes, he drys himself down, hearing footsteps fron the other room. John was awake.
