Sherliam week - English

Firsts - Eng

Even if Sherlock hasn't answered yet William is already moving to make him some space.

"But your injuries..." He tries to think about any response against it but his thoughts stops when William sees him again in the same way he did on the Noathic, as if he already knew everything he thinks and has an argument against every single one of his objection.

"Sherly" A shiver ascends through his back when he hears him call him like that. How could he decline?

Sherlock lifts the blanket to fit in, carefully, feeling the slight warm that William left. Now that he's lying down a few inches from the person for whom he jumped off a bridge without hesitation he doesn't know what to say. He can just keep looking at him trying, unsuccessfully, to figure out his thoughts

"Liam..."

"Catch me" It's a barely perceptible whisper but it's enough to thrill him.

Sherlock knows that, someday, he will be capable of undestand him without words; while that day comes he leans over to enfold him just like that day but now with the confidence that he's not going to lose him.

Feels his warmth, his fragrance; his hands taking his shirt looking for more contact.

William is the first who fall asleep. He's still recovering from his injuries after all. Now that Sherlock can think again his heart keep beating loudly. With William sleeping so close to it, aren't his heartbeats going to wake him up? He's so close and it's so comfortable...

Nor a wish, he longs thats the first of many other nights in which they can sleep together. As long as he can fall asleep.