A Study In Feelings: A Johnlock Fanfiction

Chapter One! (The first chapter if you didn't know :P)

"Johhhhnnnn!"

The consulting detective was laid in a rumpled state in bed with used tissues scattered on the sheets and piles of medication on his bedside table.

"What is it now Sherlock?" Asked the blogger, entering the bedroom and preparing himself for a buttload of orders from his flatmate.

"I'm cold." He replied, his voice small and weak and his majestic colour-changing eyes wide and staring up into John's dull grey-blue ones.

"Could you get me another blanket?"

John sighed.

He couldn't say no to those gorgeous puppy dog eyes.

He exited the room to retrieve a red woollen blanket his aunt gave to him from one of the cupboards in his bedroom and placed it gently on top of Sherlock's still body.

"John?"

"Yes Sherlock?"

"Will you tuck me in please?"

"Erm... Sure."

He took the blanket corners in his hands and leaned over the detective beneath him and began to awkwardly tuck the sides of the blanket underneath Sherlock's left side.

During the process John accidentally touched Sherlock's butt which made him flinch and swiftly move his hand away.

He looked at Sherlock in hopes he didn't notice the accidental touch and sighed in relief when he saw that he was asleep.

After a few seconds of silence Sherlock's deep voice suddenly came out of nowhere and startled John causing him to nearly fall over.

"I felt that."

Silence.

"Sorry." Said John awkwardly.

"It's...fine." Replied Sherlock, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

John stared at the detective for a few moments before slowing turning back to tuck the blanket under his left side.

"Right, um, do you need anything else? A glass of water? An extra pillow?"

"No i'm fine John." He replied, flatly.

"Okay... just, err, give us a shout if you need anything else."

"Alright."

"I'll just be in the lounge if you need me or-"

"I said i'm fine John!" Sherlock snapped.

"Okay, okay calm down! See you then."

Sherlock watched as his flatmate left the room.

Why did he react in such a way?

John was only caring for him.

And why didn't it bother him about that... touching incident earlier?

He usually hated anyone touching him.

But he didn't mind when John did then.

There were so many questions racing through Sherlock's mind and he started to panic.

He thought of calling John back into the room and talking to him about it but all of a sudden he felt rather uncomfortable with him seeing him like this with bags under his eyes and a very runny nose that just wouldn't stop so he needed to blow his nose every five minutes.

He decided it all had something to do with his cold and turned on his side to go to sleep, trying to forget about the whole thing.

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After John left Sherlock's bedroom, he made his way into the kitchen, made himself a cuppa, and sat down in his chair in the lounge and turned on the TV to watch some crap telly.

Halfway through a very boring documentary about elephants that John was only half watching, he heard several noises coming from Sherlock's room.

He stood up and cautiously walked up to the bedroom door and poked his head round to see what Sherlock was doing.

He was laid in bed with a small smile on his face mumbling something that John couldn't quite hear so he got closer, trying desperately not to make a sound which could result in waking the sleeping detective and he didn't want to do that because this was the most sleep Sherlock had gotten in weeks.

When he finally got close enough, he was able to crane his neck to hear what Sherlock was muttering.

"John." he moaned, "John not here, this is a public space, oh... ohhhh, Johhnnn... oh God... ohhh!"

John was leaning in to listen so far when suddenly he lost his balance and before he knew it he was laid on top of Sherlock, his eyes wide with fright after being suddenly woken up.

"J-John?"

"Hi..." 

"What are you doing? Weren't we just doing-?"

"Just doing what?!"

Sherlock's eyes grew wide.

"I-I don't know, I mean, um, I thought we, err, never mind, just a dream."

John stared at his flatmate and looked deep into his eyes, which were looking in every direction and filled with guilt.

"Right well, ahem, sorry for waking you."

"What were you doing?"

"Hm? Oh I was just, um, checking if you were... still breathing...?"

"Why would I not be breathing?"

"Well you just seemed very still and I couldn't hear breathing so I just checked that's all." John rambled.

"How could you hear from in the lounge?"

"Wow you are a man of many questions aren't you?!" 

"I was just asking y-"

"You know what, it doesn't matter okay, sorry for waking you, try to go back to sleep, i'll be in my room if you need me."

"Okay."

As John was leaving the bedroom, he saw Sherlock in the corner of his eye staring at his behind and smirking slightly, and left swiftly, very confused but slightly happy for some reason.

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Ooooooh romance is eloping! ;)

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