A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 10

Since being laid beside the blonde army man since around 1am last night, the detective had been asleep now almost 8 hours and it seemed he could sleep 8 more with the way he was softly snoring into the room.

Sherlock was extremely comfy and warm, feeling the warmth of something against his chest, Sherlock subconsciously pulling the warmth closer to him. And much to his obliviousness, it was John.
The blogger, snuggled back into his chest, Sherlock’s arm wrapped around his waist rather protectively. The taller man still didn’t know, as he slowly began to wake. Mumbling a little as he woke, subconsciously pulling the source or heat closer as his head rested against the pillow, just above John’s head. His legs were tangled with his, though Sherlock was making no attempt or to move, happy to lay in bed another hour or so.

A loud knocking, bashed on the front door and the sound of footsteps came quickly after- disturbing the peace and quiet and further yet disturbing the blogger, who woke up sleepily. Blinking a little at the sound,
"What the-" he mumbled tiredly, "who the fuck is that at this hour?" He added, seemingly disappointed and sleepy. Letting out a little yawn as he cuddled further into the warmth of Sherlock's chest. Not wanting to get up.
Sherlock heard the slam of the door and the mumbling of John, Sherlock also refusing to move as he laid there cuddled and warm with his blogger. As John snuggled further into his arms and chest, Sherlock just sleepily mumbled in agreement, arms around John keeping him close.

"Excuse me, but I need to speak to Inspector Lestrade. It's urgent." Dimmock's voice spoke loudly, making itself know through the apartment. The clear sound of the sergeant, coming into the living room. Huffing and puffing, "where are they?" He growled, slightly. His hands on his hips as Mrs Hudson stood unimpressed in the doorway.

John heard Dimmock's voice, clearly not happy about it. He mumbled, "dear god.. not him again.." he sighed, keeping his head on Sherlock's chest and his eyes closed.

Sherlock heard the huddling and puffing off Dimmock and Sherlock was certainly making no move to get up, not caring. He was coming for Lestrade, it was inevitable for whatever stupid reason it is for. However, Sherlock laid with John, keeping him rested against his chest, arms protectively around him. His eyes were closed and he was on the verge of drifting to sleep again, the warmth of John making him sleepy.
“...He can’t keep away from us..” he sleepily mumbled, voice husky and thick. His head laid just above John’s, the both of them rather snug and safe.

Dimmock's unwanted talking didn't ease, until there were the dull thuds of Lestrade's feet sleepily coming down the stairs from Johns room, "what the- Dimmock?" The Inspector asked tiredly, which was followed by the sound of hand cuffs and a grunt of confusion, "what in the hell-" Greg went to mumble, sounding unimpressed, before Dimmock stopped him.
"I'm arresting you Gregory Lestrade, for reasons I cannot reveal.. whatever you say or do may be held against you in court." Came the sergeants voice loudly, to which the blogger opened his eyes.

"Sherlock get up.." he mumbled, looking down at Sherlock's arms around his waist, nudging him slightly. A burning sensation on his cheeks as he blushed. Hearing Dimmock, yet feeling the detectives arms around him. Not daring to move.

Sherlock faintly heard all of this, still not bothering to move as he continued to spoon John, the front of his body pressed to the back of his rather protectively. He felt the small nudges and Sherlock just made a noise of protest, refusing to let go of John.
“Mm.. John.. nothing will stop Dimmock arresting Lestrade. We will go later. The reasons why he is arresting him are not of official grounds so it will be fine..” he reassured, voice warm and thick with sleep, eyes not opening as he talked into John’s blonde hair at the back of his head where his head had been resting.

Yes, they were spooning like a couple, and yes they were intimately close but it didn’t bother Sherlock at all, in fact... he loved it.

"Sherlock, he's our friend..' John sighed, giving in as he laid there as motionlessly, fighting to keep his eyes almost open. The warmth and comfort so relaxing, nearly forcing him to fall back asleep, "we can't just let him.." he yawned, "we can't just let him get.." he couldn't fight it any longer, closing his eyes, "get arrested.." He murmured.

“We can bail him out later. The grounds.. he has been arrested on are not of official grounds. Police are allowed to keep records, especially detectives due to the nature of their work.” Sherlock reassured as he mumbled into John’s blonde hair still. His arms were still around him, the detective refusing to move or let John go, knowing the man was exhausted. He hoped he slept better with him and Sherlock already knew he had due to the fact he didn’t wake again in the night. He yawned softly, one of his hands which was around John now slipping into John’s hand subconsciously. He was extremely happy laid here like this, and Sherlock.. liked him greatly, and hopefully this was proving it, just like Lestrade said.. drop hints and this was a massive hint.

John's hand stole back into Sherlock's as he was now snoring lightly. Not even listening to a word of what Sherlock said.

The detective frowned at this as he heard the light snoring, lifting his head a little to gaze at the sleeping blogger. He smirked ever so slightly before pressing against him behind him, arms protectively around him and it wasn’t long before Sherlock’s soft snore also hit the room, the moment rather wonderful.