AN: Hello readers! I'm back, and with a real chapter this time! Thank you so much to those of you who gave me feedback regarding this story; it was very helpful and I'm glad you all want to read more. This chapter is almost pure fluff to apologise for the hiatus, and in future chapters I will add the afore-promised angst and babies. PLEASE review! 3

Gentle, warm tendrils of sunlight brushed against Sherlock's face in the early morning, slowly rousing his senses and causing aqua eyes to flutter open. The Omega stretched luxuriously, becoming aware of the tender embrace he was wrapped in. He rolled over lazily, nuzzling into Greg's chest with a contented sigh. He glanced at the clock; 6:34. Definitely too early for Greg to want to be awake, especially on his day off. Sherlock sighed, tracing small patterns and circles on his lovers skin as he tried to think of ways to entertain himself. The detective really only needed about three or four good hours of sleep a night, and he'd already gotten much more than that. So, in short, he was bored. Bored, and bit hungry, and unfortunately tangled up in the arms of a very possessive, sleeping Alpha. He could try to go back to sleep, but even if he was successful he doubted it would last long. He peeked at Greg's face, recognizing the tell-tale signs of REM deep sleep. He was probably exhausted from last night. At the memory, a small smile curled up the edges of Sherlock's lips.

Last night had been truly exquisite. From the satisfaction of being able to rub his new relationship in Donovan's face, to the sweet, comfortable way they'd had dinner together, to the exhaustingly amazing sex that had followed; it had all been perfect. He'd tried his hand at relationships in the past, although nothing came close to this level of commitment, and every time the relationship had felt forced and uncomfortable. As if his partner was trying to change who he was, and what he wanted. This didn't feel that way. This felt almost shockingly natural, as if this relationship was an extension of himself instead of an awkward prosthetic. In contemplating this, he seemed to accidentally get lost in his own thoughts and hours passed without the detective even noticing.

He only snapped out of the trance when he felt the warm body beside him shift, and gentle kisses began to drop onto his neck and shoulders. "Hey Sunshine…" Greg said with a lopsided smile as Sherlock's eyes rose to meet his. "Have I told you how much I love waking up next to you?" Sherlock fought back a juvenile blush, but let himself smile. "You may have mentioned it a few times…." He purred, leaning up to press a kiss to the Alpha's lips. Greg chuckled, running a fond hand through Sherlock's sleep-mussed curls. "Lost in your mind palace?"
"Just… Doing a bit of organizing." Sherlock responded. "Organizing?" The inspector raised an eyebrow. "Yes, well… You know, about all this. Trying to fit this new relationship in with everything else. It took some serious work." He said with a smirk. "Is everything okay?" Greg looked slightly concerned. "Yes, everything's fine. It's fine." Sherlock said soothingly, nuzzling his neck. "There are a lot of things we need to discuss, but not necessarily right now. We're fine. This is lovely." Sherlock added, smiling at him.

Greg nodded, pressing a kiss to Sherlock's jawbone. "If you insist, sweetheart. Just let me know if there's anything we need to talk about, or anything you're worried about." "Of course." Sherlock said, leaning into his touch. "For now though, I think we both need a shower and some breakfast." Greg smiled in agreement, and the two went to the shower together. And my, what a glorious shower it was.

Their afternoon was filled with the two going over different details of the case they had solved the day before, organizing witnesses and compiling evidence, and Sherlock pointing out what details his partner had missed. Sherlock left briefly to get a lab sample from Molly, but returned once he'd gotten what he needed. In all honesty, Greg had expected him to lark off to Baker Street at any moment, and was increasingly surprised each time Sherlock came back to his flat. And that was how they came to their current arrangement; Sherlock sitting at the kitchen counter mixing various substances into blood, and Greg standing a few feet away cooking up a stir-fry for their dinner. Sherlock rarely ever mentioned being hungry, but Greg's Alpha instincts constantly nagged him to feed and care for his mate.

"You'll have to put that away soon, love. Nearly dinner." He said over his shoulder, receiving only a vague hum in response. "Which of these looks more viscous to you?" Sherlock said, holding up two nearly identical vials of blood. Greg squinted for a moment before shaking his head. "I dunno babe, you know that's not my thing. How would you usually test it?" Sherlock huffed, setting the vials down. "Usually I'd throw them at the wall and observe the splatter pattern, but I have a feeling you'd appreciate that even less than John does…." "And you would be absolutely right." Greg said firmly, setting the table for two. "No blood splatter in the flat." Sherlock rolled his eyes dramatically and leaned back, stealing a kiss before going back to his blood samples. This was their new normal, Greg thought to himself with a small smile. Blood samples over dinner, and skulls in the bedroom. It was lovely, in it's own mad way. Lovely madness.