John slid into bed, his eyes closing barely two seconds after his head hit the pillow. He was so exhausted, especially after solving yet another case with Sherlock. While Sherlock had delighted in chasing the serial killer down, John had only been there for Sherlock. He had quickly grown tired of the constant movement to track down the criminal. John turned onto his side in hopes of getting more comfortable, but to no avail. He heard the door creak open, and shut his eyes tightly, attempting to even out his breath as if he were sleeping.

Suddenly, a weight settled on the bed, and John felt someone else slip beneath the covers, sidling up behind John's body, and gently placing an arm around him. Tentative at first, and then as the person seemed to deem him asleep, more bold. A warmth encased his entire back, the larger person pulling him carefully closer to their chest and resting their head upon his. Just as it seemed that the other person was about to completely relax, John spoke.

"Sherlock?" The man holding him stopped nestling his head into the pillow.

"Ahem. So you're awake." Sherlock replied somewhat awkwardly, if such a thing was possible for the detective. He still didn't retrieve his arm, however, from John's waist.

"Yeah. Sherlock, are you… cuddling me?" John asked in an unsure voice, scooting away a little.

"Indeed, John. Very astute observation." Sherlock replied in an even voice. He pulled John against his chest again, and ducked down for a minute to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Now sleep, John. We have a case tomorrow."