Sherlock Imagines and Preferences

A Bunch of Fluff

You were still fast asleep, completely huddled into the duvet as if it were a cocoon protecting you from the cold of the early morning. Sherlock couldn't help but stare at you as you slept. To him, you were the most beautiful creature to have ever appeared in his life. He was so thankful to have met you and he considered himself the luckiest man on the planet.

Every morning, he would wake up next to you and he would just feel so happy and alive. In his eyes, it was a privilege to get to spend so much time with you and he never wanted it to end.

He slowly raised his hand from underneath the duvet and tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ear, smiling as he did so. His soft fingers traced patterns on your exposed arm, watching as goose bumps appeared on your skin. Everything about you fascinated him. From the way you carried yourself to the way you spoke his name so elegantly.

He thought you were perfect and absolutely wonderful to be with. Why you chose him? He'd never be able to understand, so he tried to never take you for granted no matter what the situation was.

Sherlock kept staring at you as he stroked your cheek, the tip of your nose and brushed his fingertips against your pink lips. His touch drew you out of your sleep and soon, you opened your eyes. You smiled sleepily at him. ''Morning,'' you said softly.

''Good morning, my sleeping beauty.'' He smiled, pushing your hair back.

You giggled and hid further underneath the duvet, ready to fall asleep again. ''Any plans for today?'' You asked, voice mumbled by the thick fabric.

''Not really. Lestrade hasn't called about a case and John doesn't need a babysitter either,'' He answered. ''I was thinking a lovely day at home with the love of my life.''

You smiled sheepishly, a blush coating your cheeks as you looked at him. ''That sounds lovely.''

''I'm glad you agree. I'm heading to Janine then.'' He smirked.

You playfully glared at him before throwing the duvet off and shoving him off the bed.

Sherlock groaned as he fell on the floor, face-first.

You laughed loudly and looked over the edge. ''Payback!''

After you finally calmed down, you and Sherlock changed into your morning robes and headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Well, you cooked breakfast. Sherlock had his arms wrapped around your waist as he stood close behind you, his face nuzzled into your neck. Sloppy, sleepy kisses were pressed onto your jawline as his curls tickled your nose.

''Sherlock.'' You giggled, leaning against his chest.

''Yes, my Darling?'' He hummed, pressing kisses to your neck.

''You're distracting me. I might burn your eggs.''

He bit down slightly, causing you to yelp softly. ''You taste better anyway,'' he murmured.

''Weirdo.'' You laughed.

He chuckled as well, the vibrations of his chest sending shivers down your spine. ''You love it,'' he stated.

''Yes, I do.''

An Innocent Bet

''Okay, if I win, you have to do the dishes for the next three months,'' you stated, your arms crossed.

''Fine. But if I win, we're doing the thing I've been wanting to do ever since we started dating and without complaints!'' He smiled smugly as a faint blush coated your cheeks.

''Why not the dishes?'' You whined.

''This is the only way to get you to do it.'' He shrugged.