A/N: I haven't updated for a few days again due to college work ect... I'm going to try and get some of it finished before the end of half term if I can. Hope you're enjoying it so far, I'm probably going to need a sequel but I know where I'm going with this now so it's about to get GOOD (hopefully)
Sherlock's P.O.V:
I returned to my room minutes later with two cups of tea in a poor attempt of sobering up John. Once the door was open I heard the sound of John's soft snores, I stood looking down on my blogger who was sleeping, he looked... peaceful. I am unaware of how long I watched John sleep but I eventually placed his cup of tea on the table at the side of the bed before making my way around to the other side of the bed. After placing down my cup of tea, I relieved myself of my suit and pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms. As I went to sit down, I noticed the parcel at the foot of the bed adressed to John. I will suprise him over breakfast tommorow there is no point in waking him, I wouldn't want to anyway, he looked extremely handsome while he sleeps. I quickly hid the parcel at the back of my wardrobe before returning to the bed. I too slipped under the sheets beside my blogger, I could feel his body heat radiating so that it warmed me. I stayed by his side and finished my tea before switching off the lamp at the side of the bed, leaving only the moonlight peeking through the curtains to iluminate his face. Although I was used to John falling asleep around me, especially on our longer cases, I had never truly looked at him when he had, I can't quite fathom the words to describe John's beauty as he slept, but whatever it was made my stomach feel odd, I could probably be sick if I concentrated on the feeling long enough.
John makes me nervous. I had never felt the slightest bit of compassion for any normal human being I've ever had the misfortune of meeting, except for a few exceptions, such as Mrs Hudson and my family. John was different. That is what scares me most. No man, or person has EVER made me feel this way, and I have no idea how to handle this situation, meaning I've lost control. Sherlock Holmes has to be in control.
I never took my eyes off of John until I too joined John in a peacful, dreamless sleep.
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Eastern Winds (JohnLock)
FanficSherlock had a lucky escape after Mycroft summoned his brother back to England since Moriarty has returned. The only thing Sherlock has been able to think about is not about Moriarty but his blogger, John Watson.
