Sensitive souls

Sensitive hair

Sherlock almost had the criminal and cornered them, John wasn't far behind and so Sherlock tried to pin the man down and ended up in a full on fight with him, the man was losing dreadfully until he pulled harshly at the detectives curls and Sherlock screamed in agony, swinging blindly and managing to knock the man unconscious with his fist.

John came in not long after and noticed Sherlock rubbing at his head trying to ease the pain, John approached him carefully, lifting the detectives hand away to check his head.

"I'm fine John" Sherlock insisted, turning away from John.

John grabbed his shoulder and turned him back to face him, "then why are you clearly showing signs of pain?" John asked seriously.

"Fine, he pulled my hair and my stupid weakness has always been my hair, pull it in the wrong way and I'll be on my knees begging for mercy, so there you have it, the embarrassing weakness of Sherlock Holmes" Sherlock said, irritated.

"Hey everyone's got one weakness Sherlock" John said gently, taking Sherlocks sleeve and guiding him away from the police tape and onto the main road where they hailed a cab and went home to Baker Street.

Sherlock collapsed onto the sofa and continued to rub at his head, why did that man have to pull so hard that some of his hair actually came out?

Sherlock groaned and closed his eyes, letting his hands fall down by his sides. John sat next to him and turned on the tv, keeping it quiet, he reached over to Sherlock and gently ruffled his hair careful to not pull any of he curls. Sherlock shivered at the touch and looked curiously at John.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"Trying to make you feel better" John said simply, trailing his fingers across Sherlocks hair line and tickling along his scalp, Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes, melting into the sofa.

John got up off the sofa and made Sherlock move so he was sat cross legged on the sofa and John sat behind him, his legs either side of Sherlock, he then continued to massage through Sherlocks curls and Sherlock leaned into him.

His fingers brushed the nape of the detectives neck and Sherlock gasped loudly, his skin tingling and goosebumps running along his skin, John chuckled and did it again receiving the same reaction as Sherlock started to drift to sleep against him.

"You good?" John asked quietly, Sherlock merely nodded and collapsed into onto of John's legs, holding onto it slightly where it was bent up around Sherlock in a sort of human cage.

Sherlock fell asleep after a little while and John carefully carried Sherlock to his own room, laying him down on the bed and then tucking Sherlock into the covers carefully, he then left to his own room, whispering goodnight to Sherlock before closing the door.

The next morning John headed downstairs to find Sherlock peacefully sat in his chair, knees tucked up to his chest and his hands steepled beneath his chin. John smiled fondly at him and couldn't understand how someone so elegant could be hated by so many.

As he walked past to the kitchen, he gently stroked a hand through Sherlocks hair and Sherlock opened his eyes to follow him as he walked, goosebumps ghosting his skin at the small amount of contact.

"Tea or coffee?" John called from the kitchen, knowing he had Sherlocks attention.

"Um tea please" Sherlock said quietly, standing to walk into the kitchen, he sat down on top of the worktop and swung his legs lazily as John made tea.

John smiled at the childlike behavior of the detective knowing that this was the side only he saw. John gently tapped Sherlock on the nose and Sherlock looked at him in confusion as he continued his work in the kitchen.

"Any news on the guy yesterday and the dead father?" John asked, doing a quick glance at Sherlock who was pulling faces in the reflection of a spoon.

"What? Um yeah, Gavin text saying he's got life sentence in jail for manslaughter, assault on a police officer and also attempted murder on some other guy, he'd gladly admitted to all of it" Sherlock said happily, kicking his bare feet into the cupboard and making a dull knocking sound.

"It's Greg, Sherl" John whispered, patting Sherlocks knee so he would move and he could go into the cupboard and retrieve a saucepan.

"What did I say?" Sherlock asked confused as he tried to rack his brain.

"Don't worry about it Sherl" John said softly, titling Sherlocks chin to make the man look at him, "to be fair it is kind of amusing" he said with a smile.

Sherlock just smiled a crooked smile and slipped elegantly off the worktop and into one of the kitchen stools that were around the table as John served him up some soup and bread.

"So plans for today?" John asked, as Sherlock carefully tried not to spill his soup everywhere.

"Um, we could ask if there's any more cases but I doubt there is, it's only approximately a 43% chance of another case straight after one like that, especially if we're looking for a seven or above, so probably no cases today, any ideas?" Sherlock replied quickly, almost robotically.

"Shall we have a lazy day, get a good film and watch that?" John offered, Sherlock merely shrugged but John could see the excitement in his eyes at watching a film and trying to predict the ending.

"That's settled then" John said happily, getting to his feet and taking away their now empty bowls and stroking a hand through Sherlocks curls affectionately at realizing he'd eaten a whole meal.

They then began to search through their DVD collection until they found what they wanted and stuck it into the player, Sherlock sat close to John on the sofa and John pressed 'play' on the remote.

The titles began to roll and then the 'hot fuzz' title came on along with the music, Sherlock shifted in his chair to a more upright position and his head stretched forward for the best angle of the tv.

"Sherlock you'll fall off the sofa if you carry on like that" John chuckled, gently tugging on Sherlocks shoulder so he lost his balance and fell back into the sofa in a silky blue huddled heap next to John.

John stretched his arm round he back of the sofa, Sherlocks head resting slightly against it as the film rolled on. After a little while John moved his hand towards Sherlocks head and began running his fingers through the silky chocolate curls getting a small intake of breath from Sherlock.

"J-John?" Sherlock gasped, as John's fingers tickled along his neck.

"Shh, watch the film" John said quietly, gently brushing past the detectives ear.

"Yeah but that's distracting" Sherlock hissed, John just chuckled and tugged very lightly on the curls making Sherlock whimper which John thought was adorable.

After a while Sherlock gave in to John and began to lean into his hand, craving the touch on his hair and skin, John chuckled and wrapped his arm around Sherlocks waist and making the detective blush as he continued with his other hand to play with the younger mans hair.

John began to feel tired but when he looked down at Sherlock he realized the detective was already sleeping soundlessly against him, emitting small whimpers occasionally and so John continued to watch the film, falling asleep alongside him, holding him close and safe.