Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock x reader

It had been a long day. You walked into 221B with snow clinging to your hair. All you wanted to do when you got to the flat you and Sherlock shared was sleep, but you couldn't. You had to finish your essay. So you sat in Sherlock's armchair and opened your laptop. You barely even got one sentence in before you slowly dozed off.

Sherlock came home almost an hour later. The snow had stopped, but it was still freezing. He walked in the apartment and caught sight of you sleeping, your laptop still on. He walked over and put it back in your bag. Then he realized you were shivering. Since there were no blankets in the room, he took his coat off and carefully wrapped it around you. He leaned in and gently kissed your forehead, whispering,

"I love you, Y/N."

As he was walking away he swear he heard you reply,

"I love you too, Sherlock."