After a late evening at the bar, Sherlock and William ended up going home together; back to William’s estate. It was closer.

The window above William’s bed was slightly ajar, letting the smell of sweet summer air waft into the room. A ray of sunlight peeked through the blinds, dust particles dancing in it and basking in the early morning light.

Sherlock squinted, adjusting to the light before trying to slip out of bed. Then, he felt two arms around his waist.

“Don’t go yet…” the blond rasped.