The detective didn’t even remember falling asleep, John making a good job of keeping him awake all that time because of his concussion. And as morning approached the next day, Sherlock was blissfully asleep. His soft snore filling the room and the strange feeling of warmth beside him. He felt at home and one of the best night's sleep he had ever had. Little did he know he was fast asleep next to the man that mattered most to - his blogger.
The two of them were facing each other, lightly pressed together and strangely, Sherlock was this time nearly buried into the chest of John’s, their hands entwined even in sleep.
John was completely put of it, snoring in time with Sherlock as he slept.
He had been awake most of the night attempting to keep an eye on the poor detective as though to spot if his symptoms got any worse. He sniffled slightly, turning over onto his back. His hand still loosely holding onto Sherlock's as he mumbled something incoherently.
The detective was rather deep in sleep, but he felt the shift in heat beside him and he began to slowly wake, his head pounding and his eyes now back to normal. He groaned, mumbling also as he slowly opened his eyes, not moving or removing his hand form John’s, completely unaware it was linked with his loosely. It took a few moments to realise John was beside him, eyes widening a little and he instantly blushed, admiring the man as he slept beside him.
"It's cold.." John murmured sleepily, slightly turning back onto his side that he was originally on. Feeling Sherlock's warmth beside him and attempting to move a little closer. Still in a pretty deep sleep.
Sherlock watched John in complete awe, smiling faintly at all of this. He watched as he shuffled closer and Sherlock pulled the duvet over him as he moved close until they were pressed lightly together. He held to his hand to comfort him, adoring this moment, this closeness. It was wonderful.
John moved a little more so that his head rested on the detective's ever so slightly. He couldn't help but tilt his head up a little more either as he let out a soft little noise that symbolised comfort. His nose just grazing the underneath if Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock noticed this, felt this, adored this. The detective didn’t move, staying still as he brushed his thumb over John’s hand that was linked with his own. His other arm dared to move around John’s waist, keeping him close. He felt John tilt his head up to his neck, the feeling so right like this was how it was meant to be. He knew John had a rough night looking after him so now he was returning the favour as he tilted his head down to bury John’s face into his neck.
Johns nose brushes against the man's Adams apple. His breath so soft and gentle against Sherlock's skin.
Sherlock felt this, his hairs beginning to stand up on end at the gentle touch of John’s breathing against his neck. His arms curled around him more, keeping him close rather protectively.
"Mhm.." John mumbled, feeling Sherlock arms around him, snuggling into him more. "Maj-mhmm..." he mumbled again, words mumbled with little sounds of comfort and happiness.
Sherlock smiled uncontrollably as he held John cuddled into his body and chest, feeling the mumbling and soft breaths against his neck, the feeling so much like home. He refused to let go of him, the sounds of happiness and comfort making him just as happy as John.
John moved his head slightly, scrunching his nose up a little as he did. These were signs of the blogger waking up.
He let out a small yawn as he opened his eyes, everything all looking hazy and blurry like one of Van Gogh's paintings- that until his eyes began to focus.
A faint outline with various of blurry dots were before him. He blinked a little more,
"Sherlock?" He asked sleepily as the image became clearer. Still not letting go of the detective's hand.
Sherlock gazed down to John, noticing he was awakening and he refused to let go of him, even when awakening.
“Good morning, John.” He hummed softly, gazing down to him with wide blue eyes as he held him close.
John thought to himself slightly furrowing his brows as he glanced side to side slightly before remembering what had happened.
"Oh yes, now I remember.." he mumbled to himself before yawning and resting his head on Sherlock's shoulder, "How's your head?" He asked, closing his eyes again sleepily.
Sherlock held John close, catching John’s yawn as he closed his eyes too.
“Mm.. pounding... I’m sure sleep will help.” He hummed deeply, voice thick and warm from sleep as he refused to let go of he blogger, both of them snuggled together.
"At least you're better than last night.." John murmured, "I was worried about you.." he admitted quietly as he relaxed.
Sherlock smiled a little at this, his eyes staying closed as he held to John.
“Mm.. well.. you looked after me well doctor. Thank you.” He mumbled with a blush as he laid relaxed under John.
John listened quietly trying not to drop off to sleep again as they laid so close to each other. Cuddling into each other. And yet he said nothing, keeping quiet and still. As he dropped off to sleep, snoring quietly once more.
Sherlock instantly noticed the shift in John’s breathing and his soft snore. The detective frowned a little as he glanced to John cuddled against him and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, keeping him close with his arms around him as he closed his eyes and it wasn’t long before Sherlock fell back asleep, his light snore also 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...
