Anonymous asked: “ John and Lestrade returned to find Sherlock fast asleep, his long limbs spawling across the already too-small bed. John chuckled softly, brushing an errant curl away from his face. "Well that just figures," Lestrade mutters, his voice gruff but fond. John smiles, planting a gentle kiss on Sherlock's lips, then turning to Lestrade with more urgency, pushing him back against the bed. The detective inspector grins, his fingers making their way up John's jumper. "Let's see if we can't wake him." ”