Haunt

Haunt- Part 2

If John didn’t regret the agreement to share the bed before, he did now. He was abruptly awoken several times by the detective for very trivial matters. He woke up once due to an excessive amount of shivering only to find out that Sherlock had taken the entire duvet and that the room was at sub-zero temperatures.

He had to wrestle some of the covers back and was only successful in gaining enough to protect his feet from the cold. He had hissed at the other man to ‘share the damn covers for God’s sake! It’s freezing!’ There was a grunt, but other than that, the request was ignored. John, for whatever reason, was still able to fall back asleep despite the chattering of his teeth.

 At one point John swore Sherlock was talking in his sleep, he mumbled something sounding like jam and bees. John immediately replied asking, ‘Sherlock what are you-‘but was promptly interrupted by two arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him into a narrow, warm chest.

John tried to get out of it, unfortunately for the doctor; Sherlock’s thin arms where stronger than they originally appeared to be. After telling Sherlock to, ‘Get off!’ he got a less that audible reply from the assailant along the lines of, ‘It’s cold, you’re warm and comfortable, now shut up. Your pointless statements of the obvious are distracting and I’m trying to think. Besides, you were the one complaining about it being freezing’. Needless to say John failed to come up with an argument since the detective was right once again.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not physically. Mentally, John was having a problem getting used to the fact that his flat mate was hugging him like a teddy bear. Surprising though, was that he was able to fall asleep devoid of any dreams, just by the fact that Sherlock’s rhythmic breathing on the back of his neck was oddly comforting.

He would have to re-lecture Sherlock on personal space however. But john supposed that it could wait till the morning.

John was frustrated when he woke up in the morning to a room that was one hundred percent Sherlock free. He should’ve been pissed that Sherlock avoided an arse chewing, but strangely he wasn’t. He was more relieved that he wasn’t still being coddled by the self proclaimed sociopath.

Eventually he got around to getting out of bed and putting on clothes to go and attempt to find the ever infuriating Sherlock.

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Of course he was downstairs in the breakfast room talking to Jordan, who still seemed to be attached to her IPod and sketch book while Sherlock nibbled on a muffin. John shrugged and went to the counter that was now full with breakfast pastries and essentials. Grabbing a bagel and banana, John walked over to the third seat that looked as if it were pulled up and had been reserved for him.

Jordan was the only one smiling at their table; she was also the only one still in her pajamas. “I already told you that you’re wrong! Why do you persist on saying that it’s true?” Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Because you’re lying. It’s obvious by the way that you stare at him. Clearly you like him, although I don’t see why. He’s average in every comprehendible way!” “Who is?” John broke in to the conversation wanting to know what he was missing.

Jordan looked away as a flush traveled up her neck, “Oh ah, no one.” Sherlock rolled his eyes and handed the remaining half of his muffin to John, “The boy who works here. Oh look, here he comes now!”

Sherlock smiled at the presumed boy as he came over with a shy grin cracking his freckled face, “Hi Jordan.” Jordan looked down and smiled into her sketch book, “Hi Nathan.” The first thing John saw was the bright red hair that kept falling into the boys light eyes. He was just taller than John and seemed awkward in his lanky body. Nothing else was said and it was clear that Sherlock was getting annoyed by his fingers drumming across the table top and the glare coming from the doctor as to avoid embarrassing the kids further than they were accomplishing themselves, “We should be going John.”