It was about mid-day the when the blogger had began to stir. Feeling terribly sticky and messy after their administrations, last night. He sighed happily, looking to his lover next to him.
"Mhm.. Sherlock..." he mumbled sleepily, as he blinked a little to get everything into better focus. Moving slightly to sit on the edge of the bed and stretch,
"we need to get a shower.. get up." he yawned, getting up.
Sherlock mumbled tiredly with a yawn, not even shifting a single muscle as he laid stark naked on the bed. His light snore filled the room and it was obvious that he was hardly awake.
"Sherlock, get up." John repeated himself and nudged the male gently before sighing and made his way to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the cabinet mirror for a moment and adjusted his hair before deciding to start running the shower and get in and start showering.
That was when Mrs Hudson whistled her way into the flat and into Sherlock's bedroom,
"Sherlock, dear.. you should probably get up now. You and John have a client waiting downstairs.." she spoke softly, looking at the sleeping brunette. Smiling as she heard the shower running and will put two and two together.
Sherlock instantly woke when he heard Mrs Hudson coming in, stumbling to his feet with the duvet wrapped around his waist to hide his modesty.
“Christ do I get no privacy in this flat?!” He shouted slightly as his cheeks flushed a deep red without even releasing. He heard the shower running and now wished he did get up when John did. He knew Mrs Hudson knew they had sex, undoubtedly she would have heard Sherlock moaning last night.
"You have a client." Mrs Hudson repeated herself, sighing as she came in and got some fresh boxers out of the dresser and threw them over her arm as she did with some fresh new clothes before handing them to him,
"Here, you can't greet them like that." She pointed out.
Sherlock snatched the clothes away, huffing as he shooed the woman out the door.
“Yes, yes, thank you. Send them up in 5 minutes.” He demanded as he slammed the door in her face.
The detective quickly changed, freshening up, applying cologne and rushing a hand through his curls. And without care he stormed into the bathroom, looking at John through the shower, eyes widening as he gazed over his naked form, almost wanting to... have another moment of intimacy, but he was able to hold back.. for now anyway.
“We have a client apparently. You have three minutes.” He stated simply before turning and heading to the bathroom door and about to close it but he paused as he turned back to John.
“Oh.. and you look... hot.” He pointed out casually before closing the door again.
John stood there in shock for a moment, totally not expecting any of that. Blinking a little bit,
"Uh okay.." he spoke almost completely and still pretty much half asleep. He then began to finish up and wash the foamy suds out of his hair and off his body.
Mrs Hudson had sent up the client already and now he was stood right in the middle of the living room. Dark but short ginger hair and very pale skin.
He was looking about the place slightly as he held his hands behind his back in a respective manner, beginning to quietly walk over to the mantle piece. Looking over the knife stabbed into it, holding all random but little pieces of paper together. Looking at the small books and item frame that withheld small taxidermy insects and butterflies. It was intriguing, to say the least. That was when his gaze drifted over to the violin standing in the corner of the room and he very lightly let his fingertips brush along the strings like they were a silky cobweb knitted together by a spider.
Sherlock stepped into the living room, pausing instantly as he saw the ginger haired man there and more importantly and despicably, a man touching his violin. A complete and utter face of horror spread across the detectives features as he stomped over like a child.
“Excuse me - do you mind?” He snapped as he shooed the man away from his violin, Sherlock delicately picking it up in his slender hands and placing it in the kitchen. He soon turned back to the man, now scowling towards him as he stared him down. And much to Sherlock’s obliviousness, the detective had several hickeys gracing his rather pale neck, all from the night before by the man he loved.
“I don’t come in your flat nosing at your property.” He snapped, Sherlock being very rude though he had a point.
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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...
