You reach for your phone checking the time, only to see it’s now past noon and you’re still in bed. You move to get up but you feel someone tug you back.

“Stay…” he mumbled tiredly, his words soft and soothing against your ears. When you tried protesting, reminding him it’s now late in the morning he simply nuzzled further into your neck. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into him till your back pressed against his chest.

“The day can wait.” He crooned, leaning in to press a lazy kiss your shoulder. He breathed you in, smiling softly when you relaxed back his arms. Who knew the Sherlock Holmes was such a cuddle bug?