Thanks again to MrsNoggin for being an amazing beta. Chapter title taken from the song of the same title by Lady Gaga

John woke, climbing out of the fog of sleep slowly. He was confused as to why he was not in his own bed before the events of the previous night crashed over him. Stretching, he smiled. Knowing that Sherlock desired him was one of the best feelings he had experienced since, well, since Mary. And his love for Sherlock made his love for Mary pale in comparison. This wasn't a new revelation, but the freedom of allowing himself to love Sherlock brought his feelings out in force.

He realized he was alone in bed moments before he heard swearing from the flat. Getting up, he found Sherlock's dressing gown on the floor and slid into the garment. It was much too long for him, but he didn't care. It was almost intimate, being wrapped in something of Sherlock's. He stood in the door to Sherlock's room, admiring the sight of a naked detective cooking breakfast for a moment before moving into the kitchen.

"Hello," John said.

Sherlock turned around briefly, smiling shyly before turning back to the stove.

"What are you cooking?"

"Omelettes. And there was toast, but I burned it."

Sherlock turned around, a plate in each hand. Setting one down in front of John, they both picked up forks and tucked in.

After a few moments of companionable silence, John spoke. "So we're doing this, then?"

"Eating breakfast? Yes, I believe so."

"Don't be daft. We're going to do the domestic thing?"

"If you like."

"No, don't put this solely on me. This is a decision for both of us. Do you want to try?" The thought that Sherlock may not want a relationship left a lump of apprehension in John's chest. The moment stretched as Sherlock thought, leaving John to imagine all sorts of horrible answers to the question before Sherlock's face softened.

"Yes," Sherlock said, not looking at John.

Relief poured through him. "Right, good. Of course." John wasn't very good at discussing relationships, but he had to know where he stood with Sherlock.

"John. You need to know that I have no intention of letting you go. Now that I've had a taste, I can't go back to before." Sherlock said all of this without looking at him.

John reached out and gently grabbed Sherlock's chin, gently forcing the detective to look at him.

"That's good, because I have no intention of letting you go, either." He leaned in for a soft kiss. "Come back to bed with me."

His eyes lit up. "Yes. I want to finish those experiments."

John just laughed and pulled Sherlock into the bedroom.