Snow: Sherlock x Reader

The snow was falling thick and fast. You watched the flakes flutter down and pile up on the inches that had already stuck. In your opinion snow was best enjoyed when you were warm and currently you sat snuggled in a blanket drinking hot chocolate with all the toppings. Someone knocked on your door or you thought they did. Deciding it ignore it you pulled the blankets closer and set your mug down. There it was again, a short rap on your front door.

“Open the door (Name) I know you are home.”

The masculine voice confirmed your thoughts and you deduced it was Sherlock standing on your doorstep in the cold. Deciding to be kind you shuffled over and opened the door letting him in along with a cold blast of air. Snow clung to his brown curls and flakes decorated the shoulders of his coat. Without a word to you Sherlock removed his coat and shoes before making himself at home on your sofa.
“Do you mind? A simple thank you would have been nice.”

“Thank you, what for? You merely let me in like any person would. Nothing special.”

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at his statement. Sherlock had taken over the sofa leaving to either sit on the floor or his feet. You took the latter and amid the nest of blankets you settled yourself between the consulting detective’s feet.  He said nothing so you snuggled down between his legs. The blankets draped over your form as you slowly fell asleep whilst Sherlock was in his mind palace.

When morning came around Sherlock had left and in his place was a hastily scribbled note; ‘Thank you (Name)’