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The sun begins to rise, waking the city with it. Birds start to sing and fly, people go out to work, cars and taxis take to the road, a police siren sounds in the distance, someone shouting on the phone. All the sounds that characterise this city that Sherlock loves so much and that John has come to appreciate.
Sherlock snuggled a little closer to John to enjoy his body heat. John pulled the blanket back over them, and wrapped his arms around his detective. Sherlock is settled between his legs, back to chest, while John keeps him close, leaning against one of the walls. His legs are crossed around Sherlock's waist and his arms around his torso to keep him close and prevent him from slipping.
John kisses him in his curls, while Sherlock plays with his hands. They are sitting on the roof of Baker Street, cushions underneath them, a blanket to protect them from the early morning chill. Sherlock takes a cake from the plate beside him, and holds it out. John took it into his mouth, thanking him with a kiss on his fingers.
"We should do this more often." John said.
Sherlock nodded. Strangely, he enjoyed this quiet time alone with John. He was serene, snuggled in his arms, the sun slowly rising over the capital. He rested his head against John's good shoulder, closing his eyes. John smiled tenderly, kissing his cheek.