It had been hours since they had talked and mostly been doing their own things, in the flat, that day. Going on there own business, as if nothing had happened at all, apart from slight side glances and passing each other.
It wasn't that they weren't happy sigh each other, it was more of awkwardness or an uncertainty of what to say or do without making things any more awkward.
But that didn't last for long.
John was sat up on the sofa now, his back against the cushions of the sofa and a blanket laid over his legs. He had another nightmare.
He had to admit he hated them with a passion now. Waking up in a cold sweat, not knowing where you are until your brain kicks into focus, the feeling of your body in almost like shell shock. He hated it.
He had, had nightmares before. But mostly war nightmares, dark ones filled with conflict and blood stained into foreign dust. Nightmares that would turn a grown man's blood cold.
He moved to sit on the side of the sofa, rubbing his eyes slightly as he pushed the covers to the side. Thinking to himself quietly, like he had been doing for the past hour or so, before he stood up and wrapped his dressing gown around himself, mumbling grumpily to himself before looking about slightly. Attempting to walk through the pitch black darkness without tripping or stubbing his toe. Eventually reaching Sherlock's bedroom door, he knocked.
Sherlock was fast asleep through all this however, as soon as heard the knock at his door he snapped awake, sitting up as he glanced to the door. He stumbled to his feet, the man shirtless as he opened the door, frowning a little as he saw John, Sherlock’s curls a wild mess.
“John?” He huskily hummed, voice thick and warm with sleep. He didn’t care if he was shirtless, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it before.
“Another.. nightmare?” He deduced as he sighed guilty, hating that he was causing John so much trouble.
"May I.." John looked up to Sherlock, with a small sheepish nod, "would you mind if I... sleep next to you?" He asked quietly, trying not to blush at the look of Sherlock's figure and chest. He looked amazing, well toned, skin like milk and soft.
Sherlock’s eyes widened at this in surprise, heart nearly leaping out his chest before nodding.
“Of course.. if that.. makes you feel better then of course..” he hummed with a smile as he let John step in, closing the door behind him. He walked to the other side of the bed, Sherlock ruffling his curls with a yawn before he slipped back under the covers, facing inwards to John when he settles down.
“I um.. I snore a little.. I hope you don’t mind?” He blushed ever so slightly.
"Of course,I don't mind.. I was in the army remember?" John gave a little chuckle as he slipped into the covers on the other side, "you hear all sorts there.." he mumbled, not entirely mentioning what though but instead leaving it to the imagination.
Sherlock gazed at John as he said this, heart warm as he felt the warmth of the army man under his covers and a smile hidden as he closed his eyes, facing the man.
“Just wake me if you need me..” he hummed softly, the detective rolling over, duvet wrapped around him as he laid not far from John’s body. He didn’t went to face away from him but he knew if he didn’t he would just watch him sleep to make sure he was okay.
"Have a good sleep.." John replied quietly, watching Sherlock turn away from him. A small frown upon his lips at this, with a very quiet sigh as he closed his eyes for a few minutes before opening them again and shuffled a little closer to the taller man. Almost so that he was nearly cuddling into him, the warmth and Sherlock's presence so comforting to him, finally allowing him to close his eyes again and drift off to sleep.
Sherlock instantly felt John shuffle closer, feeling him pressed to the back of him, feeling him almost cuddle him and Sherlock couldn’t help but smile. It was a moment later that he noticed the shift in John’s breathing, sighing softly as he knew he was sleeping softly. Before the detective fell asleep, he turned to face the army doctor, standing close so he could cuddle in to his front, into his chest. And it wasn’t long before Sherlock fell asleep, his soft snore filling the room.
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A Study In Sleep
Fanfiction-- It's been months since Sherlock has returned and he's beginning to feel something for his blogger. It first starts off with them both falling asleep on the sofa together and John not opening up about things. Will John open up and will they discov...
