It had been a day since Sherlock and John had returned from the hospital, the detective taking it easy, still rather fragile. He was wrapped up in a few blankets in his bed, unbelievably happy to be home with.. the man he loved.
The detective was currently alone, reading the newspaper though he was more focused on the sound of his blogger in the kitchen. It had been two days of them in hospital, both of them side by side, not parted once due to how clingy Sherlock had been and even at home it didn't stop.
"How long does it take to make tea? I want you here!" He called to the army doctor, missing him incredibly even if he was only a room away.
"I still had to wait for the kettle to boil!" John called back through, sighing as he came back into the room carrying the tray carefully. Two mugs of steaming hot beverages on top of it.
He had felt better since they came out, even if Sherlock was clingy.
The sight of John walking back into the room was one Sherlock immediately calmed at and his eyes lit up, bright and wide against his rosy cheeks, a fever running from the drug use. He felt guilty for being clingy but he had never had anything like this in his life, a relationship, a man he loved more than cases and he wanted to hold on to it.. forever.
"Finally." He hummed, a warm smile on his face as he placed the paper down, taking the two mugs from the tray for them both.
"You know, I never thought you'd be so reprocriative of these feelings.." John smiled as he placed the tray back onto one of the chairs in the corner before climbing into the bed beside the detective, "especially when you said you were married to your work." He remarked as he rested his back against the headboard of the bed.
Sherlock took a sip of tea as he followed John with his eyes, never wanting to be away from him. He placed his cup on he bedside table with a small groan before relaxing back against the bed.
“You.. mean the.. world to me.” He struggled to get the words out, taking a few attempts but finally he got the words out. His rosy cheek became a shade darker as he blushed, not darling to look at John as he stared ahead into his bedroom. He was useless at these things but he was trying to hard to John that he was the only man he will ever love and would protect with his life.
"I know.." John smiled, spotting his mug of tea on the bedside table, "would you mind passing me, my own mug?" He asked softly.
Sherlock nodded at this as he picked up John’s mug with a groan before handing it to him with a smile.
“I’m.. sorry.. if I am.. too clingy..” he mumbled a little as he took as sip of his own tea and feeling like an idiot.
"Don't be, I understand.." John replied, carefully taking the mug from the detective, nearly burning his fingers, "we all have our own things in relationships.." he smiled, taking a sip.
Sherlock gazed to John with wide blue eyes of admiration, gazing over his features as he took every little feature in. He listened carefully and without a word he slipped his large hand into John’s small warm one, holding to it closely and tightly. He sighed happily, smiling ever so slightly.
“You’re wonderful.” He hummed quietly but deeply as he continued to admire the man.
"And you're a sweetheart." John replied, placing his cup down onto his bedside before shuffling a little closer to the detective. Smiling softly as his eyes met the detective's.
"Care to try the kiss again?" He asked softly.
Sherlock’s eyes widened at this as he blushed, nodding softly as he held John’s gaze, starting to softly lean in.
“What about if I am rubbish?” He deeply whispered, a frown of worry on his face as his eyes flickered to John’s soft, plump lips, needing him more than ever.
"I'm sure you won't be.." John smiled as he caressed Sherlock's knuckles with his thumb.
"But even if you are, I'm sure we can do it again till you improve.." he added softly.
Sherlock nodded at this before he slowly leaned in, hesitating a moment not because he didn’t want to kiss him but because he was concentrating. Though he soon pressed his lips to John’s, softly but very deeply kissing him, eyes fluttering shut, as his hand in John’s tightened.
To this, John kissed back softly. The feeling of the detective's cupid bow lips against his, all soft and smooth, made him smile almost into the kiss. As his hand drifted to the brunette's cheek.
Sherlock didn’t dare to pull away, kissing John softly back. John’s lips were plump and warm, everything he had dreamed of and he couldn’t help but let out the softest of moans. Though upon doing it he pulled away ever so slightly with a gasp and deep red cheeks of embarrassment at such a noise.
“S-Sorry.. I.. I well..” he panicked a little holding to John’s hand tightly though his lips were only a little away form John’s, and his eyes were fixed on them, blue eyes wide and cheeks red.
"Amazing.." John murmured, smiling as he too was looking at Sherlock's lips to which changed when he looked up to Sherlock's beautiful green eyes that glistened in the soft glowing light of the bedroom. His breath hitching slightly, before he looked back to Sherlock's lips once more. Now a dark shade of pink and looking a little swollen as he stroked the male's cheek softly, "absolutely amazing.." he repeated to himself quietly.
Sherlock met John’s gaze slowly, smiling faintly, a proper smile, a pure smile and John was the only one to see it. The detectives ocean eyes fluttered at the soft strokes on his cheek, adoring every seconds of this minimal intimacy. And it didn’t take Sherlock much to press his lips to John’s again, softly but deeply, not being able to get enough of him. His lips softly worked with John’s, eyes fluttering shut again. This was Sherlock’s way of saying that John was the only person he needed.
Suddenly, a knock came from the front door and the sound of three things hitting the floor in a rhythmic pattern came into the flat. Two feet and a cane? Or... umbrella? It was too difficult to tell.
John pulled away slightly rushed, looking to the door a little like a startled deer,
"who on earth would that be?" He mumbled tiredly, furrowing his brows.
Then came a voice.
"Excuse me brother mine, I understand that you've not been well and I understand you and Doctor Watson have finally come to your senses.." Mycroft paused, "but I'm afraid I need his assistance, only for a few minutes though.."
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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...
