Sherlock laid back. He could fell the warm bed sheets as he put him self into his mind palace. He needed to think. But not about a case. About his blogger. John Watson. John had open up Sherlocks heart for the very first time since his childhood. John gave him feelings he long repressed. Sherlock felt love. But Sherlock was left alone. John was with Mary. Sherlock did enjoy the company of Mary, he wanted to tell John the truth. But telling John that would only push him further away. John was going to have a child. He was going to have a wife and child and forget Sherlock. Forget cases. Forget the good times. That's why Sherlock sat alone in his bed, searching deep in his palace.
Sherlock opened door after door. No John. No 'love'. No emotion. Just facts.
Maybe the palace was meant only for facts. Statements. Sherlock opened one last door before he left the palace.
"Sherlock?" John was knocking on Sherlock's bedroom door.
"Hello John." Sherlock called out letting John know he could enter.
"Wholly shit Sherlock. You're sweating... A lot!" John placed his hand over Sherlock's forehead. John Could feel the unusually warm forehead and decided to take his pulse. It was elevated. John told Sherlock it lean back as he walked out of the room.
Sherlock leaned back as John brought him a new cup of tea. Sherlock took the cup and held it up to his mouth. The warm tea slid down Sherlock's throat. He smiled up at John who was calling Mary at the end of the bed.
Sherlock paid no attention to the conversion. All he heard were a few pleases and thank yous before John Hung up.
"Mary is going to watch you until i get off work." John Patted Sherlock's knee.
"Why? I will just work a case. I will be..." John cut Sherlock off.
"No! No case, not until you are better. That is why Mary is coming. She isn't some house nurse, she is your babysitter and you're under house arrest..." John stood up and looked down at Sherlock. Sherlock made a grumpy face and let out a ugh while looking away. John Smirked and walked out into the kitchen.
Sherlock hated this. No Case's. No John. Just him, this boring old flat, and Mary. He didn't need a baby sitter. He was a grown man. He could imagine Mycroft laughing in his face, "brother dear you really are such a child", this only made Sherlock more red in the face then he already was. He needed to calm down so he Laid on his side and closed his eyes.
----------------------------------------------Later That Day---------------------------------------------
John got back from the hospital. He slowly opened the door to the flat. He could hear silent kicks and started up the stairs. He opened the door and saw Mary holding Sherlock's hand behind his back
"Sherlock John will be...." She cut herself off once she saw John and let go of Sherlock. John laughed as Sherlock glanced bad looks Mary's way.
"Thank you dear" he planted a kiss on Mary's cheek and she smiled.
"Sherlock said everything was boring and that being stuck with 'such a normal minded person' was going to be the death of him. So i thought he might want to explained where that 'normal minded person' was." Sherlock looked away awkwardly and John let out a loud laugh.
Soon after Mary left and John decided to stay the night. Sherlock sat i his chair staring at John, who was just sipping his tea and watching the telly. John glanced up every minute or so for about 30mins and each time Sherlock was still looking. So John decided to have a little fun. John loved that Sherlock was'asexual'. He knew it was a real sexuality, but not Sherlock's true sexuality. Gay. Sherlock was most Definitely gay. So John Waited a minute and decided to play a little game.
"ahh" John let out a moan. Sherlock turned a bright pick. John smirked and did another the next minute. Then the next and so forth, until Sherlock was a deep shade of red.
"John...you are ,um... moaning.." Sherlock blurted out. John smirked and looked up from his tea. Sherlock tilted his head.
"I know. I also know that it makes you the deepest red.." John couldn't finish before Sherlock was getting closer to him. John felt a blush creep around his neck as he felt Sherlock's lips brush against his ears.
"You aren't the only one who blushes around other men." Sherlock whispered. Johns face was already as red as Sherlock as Sherlock leaned back into his chair.
John let out a nervous laugh. John stood up and Sherlock jumped right up alone with him. "Sherlock you need your sleep. You should get to bed."
Sherlock smirked. "I will only lay down if you lay with me." John felt his already warm cheeks burn. 'did Sherlock Holmes just ask me to lay in bed with him?" John didn't know how to respond, So Sherlock grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Sherlock pulled off his shirt and climbed under the sheets. John slowly climbed into bed with him. gently laying his head on Sherlock's chest. Hearing every heartbeat.
---------Morning after------'-----
John awoke and walked out and saw Mary making tea. She looked at him and smiled.
"You sleeping shirtless with Sherlock sure made a buzz on your blog." John rushed over the his computer. He saw the Picture plastered all over the blog.
"John, next time you lay with a gay man shirtless you should lock the doors." John Looked at her and then back down at sherlock.
Then Mary made her voice deep
"It's All Fine."
