This is my first Johnlock, but not my first fic. Thanks to Overexposed and Shingwaves, you guys are amazing and I love you for being my first two reviews! Anyway, just introduced to Sherlock this weekend and I literally died! So here's how I'm going to survive 'til this summer. FANFICTION!
"John?"
Light streams through the crack in the door, illuminating the tall, thin figure there.
"What is it Sherlock?"
Thunder booms and Sherlock jumps.
"I'm scared. I don't like storms, John." His voice is small as he says it, almost ashamed. "Could I sleep with you tonight?" Again that small voice.
Maybe I'm too tired to say 'no' or maybe I just don't like the idea of Sherlock Holmes being scared but I soon find myself agreeing.
The bed shifts as he slides in beside me, burrowing under the covers and for one second - just a tiny one - I want him to keep sliding until he's curled up beside me. But he doesn't. He stays on the other side of the bed, a fact that disappoints me more than it honestly should.
The storm continues to attack London, but Sherlock doesn't seem as scared after a while. He's soon asleep on his side of the bed, the storm no longer bothering him. I smile a bit as he rolls over in his sleep, his arms and legs going off in all directions.
Then he rolls over and buries his head in my chest and wraps his thin arms around me.
I freeze, staring down at the curly head pressed up against me. My skin warms where his arms are around me and half of me wants to shove him off.
But the other half- and apparently the half controlling my body- wraps my arms around Sherlock and falls asleep inhaling the scent of coconut shampoo, chemicals, and pure, sweet Sherlock.