Ice Water (BBC Sherlock)
When he jolted back to life, the first thing added to the long lost of things noticed after almost dying (again) was that Sherlock felt the cold. It gripped his skin, seeping into the tense muscles and making him numb. It tried to sink deeper into him and claim him, another soul lost to the acts of attempted murder. But this was nothing new.
The second thing was the warm pair of lips on his own.
Luminescent blue eyes fluttered opened and noted the ones squeezed tight just centimeters away. Judging by the texture of the mouth pressing to his and blowing hot air into his lungs, the wisps of dirty blond hair appearing just into view, and the faint scent of cinnamon, Sherlock deduced that John was trying to revive him. And succeed without realizing, most likely plagued by worry to notice if his CPR was effective.
When another gust of hot carbon dioxide was forced down Sherlock's throat, he decided that he was most likely going to maybe live. He wasn't totally sure, his head felt unrealistically light. His arm, seemingly of its own accord due to the fact that he could hardly feel it from the freezing cold, clutched at John's shoulder, squeezing.
A moment passed, then Sherlock's lightheadedness turned to more of an aching feeling when gasps of realization and a sudden shout of relief and his name filled his head. This was made up for when John dipped his body to hug Sherlock tightly, and a blanket of warmth seeped into his nerves.
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Random Drabbles
Fanfiction^^ Awkward cover is awkward. Basically me clearing out my Notes and/or posting story ideas that will probably never become stories due to the fact that I am lazy/get side-tracked easily. Each chapter will be different and will pertain to fandoms suc...
