John Watson would never have believed that the great consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes, would be a cuddler. This amazing, fantastic, crazy man just continues to surprise him. And today is no different. Usually the pair would be found cuddling in the den in front of the telly, in Sherlock's bedroom, in the afterglow of their lovemaking, but today the lanky brunette gave Dr. Watson another happy surprise. While John was relaxing in the bath,after a particularly eventful case, a certain cuddly sociopath let himself in the washroom.
"John," was his simple greeting as he stood, bare arsed in the doorway. A startled and flushed Watson was left to cover himself in embarrassment, though he didn't know why; they'd seen each other naked plenty of times now.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you thinking, barging in like that?" Oh, he certainly couldn't demand an answer when his voice was raised in pitch like that.
"I wanted to see you," he purred out in his deep baritone. To John's utter shock, the detective was suddenly stepping into the already too small tub to settle upon his lap. The doctor didn't question him further. His nerves settling at the feeling of the plush arse pushing down against his groin while a smirk played across Sherlock's face. God he looked so smug. "I also wanted to cuddle. I only figured now would be convenient."
Heat pooled in John's belly at the idea and he couldn't suppress a smile. "By all means then." At that the taller figure wrapped his slender arms up and around the ashen haired man's stocky shoulders, planting his curls on John's chest. Immediately following, a pair slightly hairy arms pulled the pale detective closer by holding around his damnably thin waist.
That heartbeat. John knew it definitely was not beating at a normal rate. Sherlock knew, too. Of course he did, he didn't need to take John's pulse or even lay his head on that tanned chest to know that; though the sound of his beating against his ear was quite relaxing. No, Sherlock could tell by the way John's breathing had hitched at the sight of him naked, by the way his eyes darkened, by the way the dip in his neck practically throbbed. And obviously by the feeling of the peen that seemed to twitch to life beneath his bum. Oh, what a naughty captain, the detective thought sleepily. He swallowed down those thought, though. He simply wanted to snuggle up to his favourite blogger. This wasn't the time. Well, it was, but he couldn't be bothered by such a strenuous activity after such a long, time consuming case. Oh, yes, it had been thrilling, but now he was feeling dreadfully drained. His body screamed for rest, and who was he to deny it that reward any longer.
So here he was, curled up in the arms of his friend-turned-lover, surrounded by warm water, giving in to his needs. His need for both sleep and the security of those strong arms draped around him.