Johnlock One-shots

265.Sherlock Holmes...

Originally from my favourite Sherlock to RP with, but I snazzed up the writing a bit and made changes.
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Sherlock was sort of loud coming in, kicking and knocking things over as he stumbled back to his room to spend some time with John. He was drunk, since Lestrade had taken him to a bar, and he was intoxicated enough to not feel anything but sober enough to be coherent in a conversation, but he hoped John wouldn't ask too many questions. He threw the door open and walked into the room, going over to the bed and laying down.

This all disturbed John's peace and he opened his eyes, looking up at Sherlock as he stumbled into the room and laid on the bed. John groaned and turned onto his other side, facing away from him. Was he high? No, he was drunk. He had to be. “Go away.”

Sherlock smiled, not hearing a word John said. He wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed the back of his head. "Did I... I didn't wake you did I?" He asked in sort of a loud whisper, pulling John close. He kissed him again, happy to see him after a long day of work.

Although John hated when Sherlock was under the influence of things, he had to admit, Sherlock could be bloody adorable. He sighed and turned over, looking at Sherlock. "Yeah, you did wake me." He kissed Sherlock's lips softly and set a hand on his side. "You were really loud coming in, by the way."

Sherlock's already flushed face turned a little redder, and he smiled lazily. "Really? Didn't, didn't notice." He shrugged and kissed John's cheek. "I didn't mean t-to wake you, though." He sounded a little sadder now, frowning. "I can't e-even come home wi-without making you upset…" He closed his eyes, curling up and leaning against John's chest. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, no, Sherlock," John chuckled softly, rubbing Sherlock's back. He looked so freaking cute and sounded so, so sad. John hugged him tight, "It's okay, it's alright. I still love ya." He made Sherlock look up and connected their lips again. He figured Sherlock was going to be quite emotional while he was drunk tonight

Sherlock smiled a little as he pulled away. His emotions, which were already very erratic, were all over the place. He had tears in his eyes but he was smiling widely and staring up at John with a loving expression. "I-I'm glad," He said, his words slurred. "I don't want to... I don't want to upset you."

John decided to play around with Sherlock for awhile. He giggled and crossed his arms, making a sad face. "Oh but you did upset me, Sherlock. You made me really sad." He said, pouting a little. Sherlock would barely remember this when he woke up so it didn't matter, and seeing him like this was cute.

Sherlock looked at John and frowned, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at his face. He couldn't tell if he was actually upset or just messing with him. Either way, he was too drunk to care. "What... what did I do?" He asked, pouting a little as he stared up at John. He put a hand on his chest and frowned, lightly gripping his shirt. His hands were tingling a little. That usually happened when he drank.

"Well, you didn't let me kiss you before you left." He set his hand over Sherlock's smiled a little. Sherlock was such an innocent little baby when he was drunk. "That means you owe me a kiss." He smiled, running a hand through Sherlock's hair and then cupping his face.

Sherlock smiled. "That's it?" He kissed John quickly, then pulled away. "I thought, I thought you were made at me f-for coming home high a few nights ago." He chuckled a bit and rested his forehead against John's. "B-but you didn't even know about that, why-- why would you b-be mad?" He laughed.

"You-- you were high a few nights ago?!" He yelled, pushing Sherlock away from their embrace. "Why the hell would you get high? Now you're drunk? Do I have to worry about living with a drug addict and alcoholic my entire life? Now I'm really upset at you, Sherlock." He crossed his arms and made a stubborn face, disgusted with Sherlock's actions.

Sherlock jumped back a little when John started yelling. He was just about to start tearing up and apologising when his drunken mind conjured up an excuse. "I-it's for the case! Because I, I believe the the kidnapper may have, uhm... may have been using some sort of... exper-experimental drugs on th-their victims." He moved his hands around a lot when he talked, looking proud of himself for thinking of that.

"You're an idiot, Sherlock, you know I don't believe that one bit. I'm so angry at you right now, and I'm angry at myself for not even noticing anything was wrong. When were you high? Did we speak with each other?" John sounded really upset now. He was obviously mad at what happened. He always was, and somehow, Sherlock never expected it.

Sherlock shook his head. Seeing now that his lie wasn't holding up, he was starting to regret ever opening his mouth. His verbal filter wasn't great, but it was worse when he was drunk. He wished he could take everything he said back. "J-just forget about it?"  He said, holding his arms out so John could lay with him.

"I'll never forget about it. That's what I do too often. Honestly, Sherlock, I should get my things and leave. I could move into a house and raise a kid and find someone who actually cares about living. Instead I live here, with you, and I love you more than I ever loved anyone or anything in my entire life, but I just can't stand this." He laid back down in Sherlock's arms, upset. He turned onto his other side so he was facing away. "I'm not forgiving you for this."

Sherlock smiled, not hearing anything John said. Well, he heard it, he just didn't listen. He wrapped his arms around John and kissed his forehead. "Maybe you're just... tired. Get some rest." He rubbed his back and kissed his forehead again, smiling. "I need some rest." He hugged John tightly.

John groaned and moved away from Sherlock. He didn't feel affectionate now, he felt angry, and Sherlock wasn't even listening to him. He curled up and put his face in his hands, pulling the blanket over his head. It was so hard living like this. He just wanted Sherlock to stop taking drugs.

It was a hard life living with him like this. It upset John to no ends, and Sherlock didn't understand. He felt Sherlock's arms wrap around him again and sighed. “I don't want to cudd--”

“I… I love you, John.” Sherlock moved closer and put a leg over John's waist. “a-and I'm sorry.”

John sighed, defeated. “Okay. I forgive you, Sherlock.” He frowned and turned over to see Sherlock, who immediately connected their lips. John's heart fluttered, but he returned the kiss, smiling widely.