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A Scandal in Belgravia: Chapter 12

"I didn't change the subject, I answered your question then asked you another one." You defended yourself, not wanting to get into this with John. You didn't even know what everything had meant, you weren't discussing it until you at least figured that out. You were sure Sherlock didn't want John knowing about anything, and you didn't either.

"You're totally lying." He pulled out a chair to sit at the table and you sighed, shaking your head.

"Am not!"

"Now you're avoiding it."

"You've got to be kidding me." You rolled your eyes, plopping bread into the toaster to be toasted. You tapped your fingers impatiently on the counter as you waited for them to be done.

"Not kidding. So, did you stay the night?" He asked as he scooped up another newspaper, scanning over it. He was trying to look uninterested to get you to talk. Not working! You think he forgot that you were a lot smarter than him.

"If you really must know, John Watson, I had a nightmare last night and couldn't sleep. Yes, I came up here for a few minutes. Then I went back downstairs. I came up early this morning to cook you and Sherlock breakfast. Is that enough to answer your question?" You asked, placing toast on three plates. John cleared his throat, shifting in his chair and you glanced back at him.

"Why would you avoid answering it then." He placed his chin on his hand and you internally groaned. Was he ever going to give up.

"Because you're being annoying."

"I think it's because you're lying." John smirked, you contemplated smacking him before you decided that wouldn't be the best of ideas.

"Why would I lie?"

"Because you spent the night with Sherlock." He raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"So what if I did? Would it really matter? Just stop pushing it, John. I slept in my flat." You finally told him, thoroughly annoyed at this point.

"Sure, fine. Fine." He fake agreed and you gave up on him, fixing the rest of the plates. You sat them around the table, pushing aside a few experiments to make room. You pulled out some butter and jam and placed them on the table, not forgetting to get the tea.

"Morning." You heard Sherlock yawn in his husky morning voice. You quickly straightened up, looking at him, your cheeks tinted pink. You pulled your dressing gown tighter around your body, pulling it up closer to your neck. Sherlock looked at the table then looked at you, his eyes lingering on your lips before they went back to the table. "Y/n, you woke up early to come make us breakfast?" Sherlock asked, taking a seat at the table. You looked at him surprised and he gave you a small wink when he knew John wasn't looking. You could practically leap into his arms for getting you out of yet another awkward conversation with John. He was good at that.

"Yup!" You chirped, taking your seat and digging in. You all ate in silence for a while, just the sound of silverware scraping plates could be heard.

"Alright, what's going on between the two of you?" John finally asked and you groaned mentally, glancing at Sherlock to answer. He was better at that.

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking a small bite of toast. How could he not be fazed? The two of you had an intimate connection last night and you hadn't talked about it yet. You didn't know what it had meant to Sherlock, maybe it was just him getting his stress out. You didn't know. You did know Sherlock didn't believe in sentiment... and you hadn't, but now you felt the most confused you ever have in your entire life. You needed to talk to Sherlock about what it meant... or what you secretly wanted it to mean. You think that you maybe, just maybe, you more than just liked Sherlock Holmes.