A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 23

Sherlock instantly scowled at this as he glared to the bedroom door, wanting to get out of bed to chuck his brother out himself for ruining the moment of him and John’s kissing.

“Absolutely not! Piss of Mycroft!” He called back now sulking like a child as he grabbed the newspaper again, staring at it with annoyed blue eyes when in fact he was just being clingy once again, to which his cheeks went bright red at.
"Sherlock, for Christ's sake." Mycroft muttered, making his way toward the door and stood outside of it,
"It's urgent and if you don't allow him to, its going to make me late!" He exclaimed, feeling irritated.

John rolled his eyes and threw the covers of himself, feeling as if he had enough of the quarreling before he then threw on his dressing gown and tied it with a sigh. Before going over to the door and opened it as he looked at the official- who seemed to be dressed up rather finely.

His three piece suit fitting perfectly, plain black with a black bowtie along with a pocket watch in his waistcoat pockets. And his auburn hair all neat. It was extremely obvious he was going out somewhere.

Sherlock grumbled at this as he threw the newspaper away and with some soft groans he laid down in bed, tugging the duvet over him like a stroppy child. Why did mycroft always arrive at the wrong times? He knew exactly what he was asking about, the scent of Mycroft's cologne invading Sherlock’s nostrils.  

As for Mycroft, he waited rather impatiently for the army doctor at the door, desperate to ask about dating advice to a man who seemed to know what he was doing.
"So what is this about?" The army doctor asked, leading him back to the living room so they could have the conversation in peace, "but let me guess, that's classified.." he said taking a seat in his chair as he looked up at the official.

Mycroft followed the army doctor happily back to the living room, refusing to take a seat due to the fact he didn’t want to crumple his suit. He swallowed as he cleared his throat, looking over to John.
“I need your advice.. on.. d-dating.” He stuttered as he just came out with it. Much braver than the younger Holmes brother.

"Dating?" John asked, smiling a little as he attempted not to laugh. "You're going on a date? You.." he was going to cut himself off but couldn't help but give a slight giggle, "why come to me?" He asked.

Mycroft pulled a face at this as he pulled his suit down with a sigh at his childishness.

“John, I am nothing like my brother when it comes to a love life and how to handle one. He is childish and knows not a single ounce on how to love another. As for me, I have had relationships but this is the only one I feel will be.. my last one.” He explained before a pause at John’s last question.
“You’ve had dates, you had the courage to make a move on my despicable brother. I just.. need some advice.. please?” He asked rather politely.
"Well, if I'm honest, we have Greg to thank for me getting the courage actually.." John mumbled before, massaging his own shoulder lightly, "but it can depend on the person.. what are he or she like?" He spoke, "who is it?" He asked.

Mycroft's eyes widened in delight at this but he smiled as he asked this, the slightest of blushes on his cheeks.

“Um... well I am going on a date with Greg actually.” He admitted after a moment, though the detective heard this from the bedroom.
“Bloody obvious!” He called causing Mycroft to roll his eyes at this younger brother.

John couldn't help but let out a giggle to the madman's exclamation, his eyes glancing through to the bedroom door before he smiled and looked back towards the official.
"Well, I would never have thought.." he trailed off slightly, knowing of the detective inspector's crush on the man from day one.
"What had you originally planned to do?" He queried, curiously tilting his head a little as he sat forward.
Mycroft frowned at this as he cleared his throat.
“Well... just for me to cook dinner for him. Is that wrong?” He queried as he frowned deeper, the detective once again butting his nose in.

“John? Can you come back now, I’m more important and I haven’t finished kissing you yet!” He called to the army doctor, a tone of want and need in his voice.
"One more minute, I'm not finished!" John yelled back through rolling his eyes before looking back to Mycroft and gave him a small smile.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me!” Sherlock called back, knowing exactly that John did roll his eyes at that moment.

"No, it's not wrong at all.." he simply shook his head and stood up, "although if I know Greg, he'll want to get to know you more and that might be a bit difficult whilst cooking.." he admitted with a shrug, "why not take him out some place?" He asked rubbing his neck, "the pub on Oxford street is fairly nice?"

However Mycroft’s face was one of horror at this second part.
“A ... pub? A public house?” He repeated, almost in shock that this was something John was suggesting. Had he met Mycroft? The man had never set foot in one in his life.
"Yeah?" John raised an eyebrow in reply, he then sighed absolved over to the kitchen to make some more tea, "you've seriously never been in one, have you?" He asked, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk carton- to which was empty- before throwing it into the bin.

Mycroft shook his head innocently as he cleared his throat, stepping into the kitchen with John.
“Well I can of course. Experience new things with a.. wonderful man.” He smiled slightly as he nodded, like he was going to do it.
"Mycroft, you have nothing to fear. It's a pub, somewhere where Greg knows well and is quite homely place." John spoke before giving up on making tea and leant against the counter.

"I'm not afraid, Doctor Watson." Mycroft replied with a small chuckle as he stood there looking over at John. A little smile forming at his lips.
“Of course. I know he will take good care of me.” He paused, "I just don't like the idea of the goldfish that lurk there.." he chuckled, before stepping towards the door.
“I’ll leave you both to it." He nodded, before glancing to the bedroom, "I’m afraid, my brother is ever so needy nowadays and he'll want you back.” He sighed before departing, though Sherlock didn’t retaliate, his shoulders sinking a little.

"No problem, take care of yourselves and have fun." John replied warmly, seeing the official out of the flat before making his way back to the bedroom and slipped under the covers.
"We have no more milk.." He sighed, letting out a small grin as he shuffled up against Sherlock, resting his head on his shoulder.
"But apart from that.. I'm happy for your brother and Greg." He smiled, closing his eyes as he relaxed once more, "Greg's been swooning over him since they first met at one of the conferences at the yard.." he laughed.

Sherlock’s face lit up as John returned, smiling like an idiot as he slipped under the covers and rested his head on his shoulder.
“Hm... they will be happy. I can see it in both of them.” He hummed quietly before turning back to John beside him, wrapping an arm around him.
“Sorry... for interrupting earlier I just.. Well I just missed this.” He mumbled with a blush, heart hammering in his chest like he felt he had done something wrong.

"It's okay, love." John replied softly, planting a little kiss to the brunette's cheek, "you were just feeling a bit lost without your blogger, that's all.." he smiled softly. Snuggling into Sherlock as he let out a soft yawn.
"We have no more milk, by the way.." he mumbled, resting on Sherlock slightly.

Sherlock smiled ever so faintly at this as he closed his eyes, wrapping a protective arm around John to keep him close. Though he soon opened then again at the mention of no milk.

“Why don’t we.. g-go to the shops together? We can.. get some shopping.” He offfered with a smile as he gazed to John.

Even though Sherlock had just been let out of hospital after a near overdose, he needed to get out the flat, with John's help of course. He was delicate, but he was sure he could walk if he held onto John.

"Are you sure?" The blogger replied, lifting his head up from Sherlock's chest and tilted it slightly, looking like an inquisitive hedgehog even.

Sherlock gazed down to the rather adorable sight of John, nodding a little.
“Of course. Just don’t let me fall.” He chuckled a little as a hand came to rush through Johns blonde hair with a sigh of happiness.
"I won't.." the blonde cuddled further in, closing his eyes as the detective ran his hand though his hair,
"But can we have a few more minutes here? I'm exhausted.." he mumbled.

Sherlock continued to brush a hand through John’s blonde hair, a small yawn leaving his lips as he cuddled him, happily sighing.
“Of course... I’m rather comfortable here with you...” he hummed softly, the detective also rather exhausted after the last few days.