A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! This one wasn't requested..I started it a while ago and never finished it so I decided to finish it and get it posted lol...its just a cute little one... Enjoy<3
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John had just settled in for the night. He had made popcorn and was planning a Harry Potter marathon. He had read the books and was looking forward to the movies. Sherlock was out for the night, called away by Mycroft for some case. John popped the first disc in the player and wrapped himself in a blanket.
John was in the middle of the second movie when Sherlock got home.
"Hello John."
"Hello Sherlock." John resigned himself to have to shut off the movie soon. Sherlock hated it when John had movie nights. Sherlock stayed quiet for a while and John assumed that he had gone to his room. John kept watching the movie, falling more and more in love with Dobby as the movie continued.
"Why is the Gollum in Harry Potter?" Sherlock's voice cut through the air, causing John to jump slightly. He stopped the movie and looked at his friend in shock.
"You know who Gollum is?"
"Of course, I know who Gollum is. You were watching the Hobbit the other day." John felt a blush start to creep up his neck. Sherlock had watched him watching the Hobbit.
"You rather look like him you know."
"Like who?"
"The bloke who plays the Hobbit; you rather look like him." John was blushing furiously at this point; Sherlock thought he looked like the Hobbit. John was flattered. He had always thought the man who played the part was an attractive man. And the fact that Sherlock thought he looked like him was flattering.
Sherlock smirked. He liked making John blush. He walked towards the sofa that his friend was sitting on. He threw himself on it and rested his head in John's lap. He laughed as shock filled John's face.
"So, tell me my dear Watson, why is Gollum in Harry Potter?" Once the initial shock wore off, John started his explanation. Allowing his inner geek to come out and play. They lay there for the rest of the night, John's fingers eventually tangling themselves in Sherlock's curly hair. This was nice for both men. They cuddled like that for hours until Sherlock fell asleep.
"Good night Sherlock."
Sherlock awoke the next morning to find his head still resting on John's lap. He felt the weight of John's hand on his head. His friend's fingers were still tangled in his hair. He smiled up at his sleeping flatmate, feeling a warm feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He had felt this feeling since the first time he had met the army doctor. He was still unsure about the cause of this feeling, but he was determined to figure it out. Last night was fun, lying on the couch with John, listening to the blogger talk endlessly about Harry Potter and other magical beings. His eyes lit up when he talked about something he was interested in. It was almost, cute.
Where in the hell did that thought come from? He wondered, suddenly feeling the urge to get out of the flat. He sat up gingerly, trying not to wake his sleeping friend. He stood and stretched, feeling his joints pop as he reached his hands to the ceiling. He walked over to the door where his coat hung and left the apartment. He needed some air.
John felt the weight leave his legs and was pulled from his light slumber. It was difficult to sleep soundly in a sitting position. Never mind the fact that Sherlock's face spent the night incredibly close to his crotch. That was distracting. John had stopped denying how he felt about the detective a while ago, and it didn't help when he did things like that. There were days when John was convinced that Sherlock hated him, always snapping at him and being extremely rude. Then, there were times where he was sweet, almost coming off as interested in being with John. He would do different things like randomly take him out for dinner for no reason, spending the night asking John questions about his life. He heard Sherlock let out a soft moan of pleasure as he stretched, his joints popping.
