Nothing Like Love and Everything Like a Phoenix

Chapter Fourteen

"You're insane."

"I think that's your fault."

"John. I'm..."

"Why not, Sherlock? Remember when you were first in my room and you said I felt suffocated? I didn't believe you, but you're right. You're so right." John gripped the sheets around him,

Sherlock stared up at the ceiling, then flicked his eyes to John.

John reached for Sherlock's hand and gripped it tight. He meant what he said. He constantly felt like he was walking on eggshells around here, like he could never be himself, like he wuld never find himself. He felt like he was always hiding something, but with Sherlock...Christ, with Sherlock he felt...

"You make me feel free." John said softly, "And I would hate to lose that."

Sherlock's eyes ran down John's torso. He inhaled and then tugged John until he was snuggled up warm against him.

"So, you just want to leave?"

"Don't you?"

"I'm not disagreeing, I just find it funny that John Watson is telling me about his dreams to run away."

"Why's that?"

"Because you're boring." Sherlock said towards the ceiling.

John frowned.

"You know what I mean."

"No, actually I don't. Elaborate."

Sherlock sucked in a breath thought his teeth, "Everyone thinks you're predictable, boring, mainstream. You're plain and not at all extraordinary. If it wasn't for me you'd end up dating a just-as-boring soc with long blonde hair and dreams of ankle biters."

"But...?"

"You just want people to think that." Sherlock smirked at John, "You just want the path with the least explanation. You hate questions, but you like asking them."

"Why do I even have to talk to you, you can just read it all."

Sherlock smirked wider.

"So, you saved me, then?"

"I would say so."

"You're rather full of yourself."

"Original thought you have there."

John kissed Sherlock's chest, "So, are we?"