Author's Note: This is for everyone who wanted to see Sherlock's reaction. So... here it is :) Enjoy.

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'Sherlock, I really don't think Greg'll wanna hear it,' John said from somewhere below Sherlock's chin.

They were snuggled on the sofa together wrapped in John's duvet and Sherlock's shock blanket. The genius was twirling his fingers through John's short hair, while John was looking up the news on Sherlock's iPhone.

It was a peaceful morning; John felt lazy, cuddled up with his boyfriend- yeah, he still got a kick out of that- and didn't have to get up until nature or his stomach called. Sherlock, of course, was quite happy to spend the entire day on the sofa with John draped over him.

That was what John thought until Sherlock suddenly announced he needed to text Greg Lestrade.

'But I always confess to him,' Sherlock murmured as he tapped at his mobile.

'Why?' John asked. He'd learned early on that when Sherlock did something wrong, he texted Greg. He just didn't know why.

'So I don't have to feel guilty,' Sherlock explained.

'Um... right,' John mused, still confused.

'And done,' Sherlock smiled before dropping his mobile back against his chest.

'What'd you say?' John asked.

Sherlock looked down at him. 'That I slept with you, John.'

John snorted and buried his face in the blankets.

'What?' the genius demanded.

'Greg's gonna kill you,' John hummed.

'Why?' Sherlock asked.

John shook his head and stretched out. ''Cause he really won't wanna hear about our sex life.'

'I don't care what he wants to hear,' Sherlock said dismissively.

John just smiled. Oh Greg was so gonna shout. Deciding he'd deal with that when it happened, John crawled up Sherlock's body and started kissing him. It took Sherlock a few seconds to realise what John wanted, and then he was grinning and ducking under the covers.

About two hours later, still naked and cuddled together, John grunted in annoyance when Sherlock's mobile went off. He yawned and scrubbed his eyes as his partner picked it up.

'Text from someone?' John asked.

Sherlock's eyes widened as he read whatever he'd been sent. There was a pause where absolutely nothing happened...

... and then Sherlock leapt from the sofa, almost dislodging John, and ran to to the window.

John twisted around just in time to see Sherlock throw his iPhone through the window and slam the window shut. Then he stomped back over to the sofa, his face torn between horror, disgust, and a pout. He jumped back onto the sofa and burrowed into John's body as far as he could go.

John sat in silence wondering just what the hell had happened. Carefully, he slinked his way down the sofa until he reached Sherlock. 'Er... Sherlock, love?'

'No, go away,' Sherlock's muffled voice reached the doctor's ears.

'What's wrong?' John asked.

'Nothing.'

'What was in that text-'

'NOTHING!'

'Easy,' John said and laid back down. 'Fine, fine, don't tell me,' he said. There was another pause before, 'Somethin' Greg did?'

'JUST SHUT UP, JOHN!'

John smiled as he felt Sherlock crawl up the sofa until the genius' head was resting against his chest. After that there was silence, just the two men snuggled together like before, only this time Sherlock was pouting and no doubt trying to delete whatever he'd read.

Need to buy him a new phone, John mused drowsily. Just before he fell asleep he thought, I wonder if Greg told Sherlock he's shagging Mycroft.

{THE END}

Author's Note: Okay, this is definitely the end. Just, heaps of you wanted to see Sherlock's reaction, and this is what I thought about putting in, but decided not to. So... yeah, hope you enjoyed it :)

Cheers,

{IBegToDreamAndDiffer}