Sherlock sat at the table in the TARDIS kitchen, ironically the TARDIS had auto adjusted it’s kitchen to a quaint french provincial kitchen.. Which oddly enough, the Doctor looked right at home in. He wore only a purple silk robe, and Sherlock was definitely enjoying the view..
The doctor hummed softly as he pulled a large potroast out of the oven, he’d already shown Sherlock how one made rosemary roasted potatoes, and sent him out to pick up fresh rolls… Did I mention they were actually in Provincial France?
Sherlock got up and ambled over as he peeked into the covered cakestand and dipped his finger in the icing. The doctor spun around and grabbed his wrist “Tut tut… wait till you eat your dinner..” He then proceded to gently and rather seductively suckle the icing off Sherlock’s finger.
Sherlock groaned “We just left the bedroom…” The Doctor winked playfully “Oi! I was just cleaning your finger, you’re the one always putting it where it doesnt belong..” he teased him grinning ear to ear.
Sherlock stomped out to another room to mope, sometimes.. the Doctor managed to frustrate him.. Not just sexually.. But when he was so adept at doing things that were so human. Why couldn’t he just fix a simple meal? Why couldn’t he manage to understand these absurd and wonderful feelings he had?
Twenty minutes passed before the Doctor came in and knelt by the sofa wrapping his arms around Sherlock “Sometimes, the most beautiful things, are the things we discover ourselves.. the hard way.. by making mistakes.. by muddling things up.. by taking our time and learning from those who we love.. and love us..” he whispered and leaned close his breath soft and warm on Sherlock’s neck. He gently kissed up and down it, even dipping down to nip softly at his collarbone.
Sherlock sighed and ran his hand through his husband’s hair. The doctor looked up his soft chocolate eyes begging his lover to trust him “You… are the most human of humans I know.. you just haven’t realized it..” he ran a hand across his cheek “Now.. come eat.. dessert first?” he looked up into Sherlock’s piercing blue eyes with a boyish begging look…
“No.. you’re right.. dessert later..” Sherlock got up and playfully tugged the Doctor onto his lap “I will learn..” he whispered furtively, the Doctor cradled his head and stroked his back “And I’ll be here..” he whispered.