Sherlock has, though he won't admit, been stealing those dating advice magazines you read, and the romance novels..

So, this morning when you came home from your night shift at the bar you work at

There was a little surprise in the kitchen.

Sherlock had tidied up, made you breakfast and fresh coffee.. which was probably bitter.

"Good morning, darling.. would you like some breakfast? or, something else to fill you up?" he raised an eyebrow, his hand trailing down to unbuckle his belt.