Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 14 - Goodnight

A/N: So I felt super guilty about writing so little recently, so this is my 3rd update today! Hope you guys are enjoying the story :))

By the way! It's like 1am here so you better like this bloody chapter!

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John's P.O.V:

It seemed like a lifetime watching Sherlock's episode in the kitchen. As he explained his theory, his speech quickened to an almost incomprehendable speed, he was breathing really fast and running his hand through the thick chocolate curls. His face slowly started to crumple, and he was backing away from me, only stopping when he met the wall before dropping to the floor.

He was so vulnerable, this was much worse than Sherlock's speech when he had handed me the gift this morning, this was Sherlock's notourious mind at work. He would have been picturing hundreds of scenarios, all of which I assume unpleasant by his reaction to his own thoughts wondering. It seemed to take the detective hours, when in reality it was most likely seconds, to whisper his reply.

"okay"

I kissed Sherlock, not to lead him to the bedroom, not to strip him of his clothes, but to rid him of his problems. Our lips moved in unison as I pulled sherlock towards me, hopefully drawing out his problems in the process. When we reluctantly pulled apart, I recieved a small smile from him before sitting beside him on the tiled floor of the kitchen where we continued to sit in eachothers arms for quite some time.

I eventually continued with the tea I had planned to make an hour ago. I went to my room with mine, after all the only reason I had ended up in Sherlock's bedroom last night was because of my drinking and lack of conciousness. I'd changed my usual attire for bed. A pair of baggy, grey, lounge pants and a white t-shirt. There was a light knock at the door before Sherlock came in. "John, I was just um, wondering. Would you... I mean, you don't have to if it makes you feel uncomfortable. But. Ah, will you bring your tea back downstairs? I would like you to sleep with me" I simply raised a suggestive eyebrow before he realised his poor wording. "Oh, God, no. John, I didn't mean that, well obvioulsy it's not off the table" He threw me a wink "I simply meant we could share a bed, mine is just more convinent since its closer to the bathroom and the kitchen, just much easier. So what do you say love? Fancy sharing a bed, That's what boyfriends do, right?" He looked quizical.

"Yes I will, I'll be down in just a second." I picked up my book and my mug and followed Sherlock down the stairs.

We sat in bed and drank our tea, laughing about Sgt Donovan's reaction to our revelation and how she was probably 'scrubbing the floors' at Anderson's right now, after all his wife is away again! "Oh God! No, Sherlock, please don't. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little at the thought of them two... at it" We were rolling around laughing, it was side splitting! "I... Can't... Bree... the... John" Sherlock wheezed, everytime we had composed ourselves we would catch our tear stainened faces in the reflection of the mirror and burst into tears from laughing all over again.

It was almost 1am when we had settled down, I had my arm across the detectives chest and he had his arm under my head, our legs intertwined once again. I sighed, placing my head on Sherlock's shoulder and snuggling into the crook of his neck. I couldn't help but notice how good Sherlock always smelled, and that his skin was incredibly soft.

The last thing I remeber before drifiting off was the pleasent sensation of Sherlock's fingers playing with my hair.