Home Cooking

Rain stirred a simmering pot, "Do you think Sherlock will be very late?"

John bent over the pot and then stole a quick kiss, "It's hard to say. If Mycroft collected him this morning he'll try to hurry as fast as he can. He and his brother don't get on."

Rain sighed; pity she quite liked Mycroft.

Reaching up high for something to season the stew Rain felt a body press against her, "To say we don't get on isn't quite true... Here Rain I believe you're reaching for the dill."

Rain turned in him and smiled, "Welcome home."

Sherlock bent his head and kissed her gently, "Hello Rain."

John clicked his tongue, "Rain this is-"

Rain reached over and smacked his hand, "John! It's not ready yet!"

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"Rain that meal was delicious!" John praised her as he stood to clear the table.

Rain blushed, "Thanks; it was just something simple."

Sherlock took her hand and stood her up, "Come... John and I have a surprise for you."