Johnastian Oneshots

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It had to be past midnight. Sebastian didn't want to look at the clock and find out, instead going off of how tired he was. The ex-sniper refused to sleep until John was ready to sleep, and the doctor seemed far from doing so. The laptop's thankfully dimmed light glared across the room like a lighthouse, giving a bitterly remembered memory a chance to resurface. But Sebastian ignored the call for memory lane, instead deciding to focus on John. The doctor was dressed completely in the ex-sniper's clothes; an old t-shirt, sweatpants, and sweater jacket. All had to be soft to the skin and warm... Sebastian frowned. Soft and warm to the skin sounded familiar to a hug, though that might've been his own need for physical affection talking. The fact that it was so late and John was still diligently typing away at something became more and more worrisome. Was it returning to bad habits of last year or just the doctor's odd way of making himself tired? Sebastian couldn't tell, he couldn't deduce as well as...as them. The ex-sniper carefully pushed himself upright, careful not to disturb the blankets; it was a hassle to get the multiple layers of blankets go to stay on the medium sized bed. Loosely, Sebastian wrapped his arms across John's torso, ready to snap his arms to himself if his partner didn't want such affection. John seemed to snap out of whatever work trance he was in, leaning back against the taller's chest with a slight sigh. He sounded tired, in both senses. Sebastian delicately placed a comforting kiss on the top of his lover's head, not wanting to say a word. They'd already talked too much about the problems caused by the events from that day. Besides, John still lived with Sherlock, and the ex-sniper found out the hard way that the detective seems to never sleep. Talking might risk him overhearing, and that wouldn't help either one of them. Noticing that John was already slipping asleep, Sebastian reached out to close the laptop, the darkness surrounding them rather pleasant. Then he managed to shift to a laying position and pull the blankets over both of their bodies, John laying on top of him. The doctor sleepily buried his face into the crook of his partner's neck, causing the ex-sniper to slightly smile. It was the sweet movements like this that reminded him of why he loved the nights he got to spend with John. There was hardly any talking when both were ready for sleep, just actions. If any words were spoken, it'd be a mumble of 'goodnight' and an occasional 'go the fuck to sleep'. It felt nice to not need words to express feelings, knowing that pulling John away from the laptop and into bed would be a silent 'I love you and worry for you'. Sebastian missed the thrill seeking life before, but the domestic life with John wasn't horrible. It was stable, and the ex-sniper sure as hell knew he needed stability. Stable and warm.

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