This is my first fic, so, if it is bad I apologize. Reviews and such are welcome.
"I think I'll go up to bed now Sherlock." John says standing up from the chair. It had been a wonderful evening. It was one of those rare nights when there were no murders to solve and Sherlock wasn't busy "thinking" or updating his website. They had shared several cups of tea and much good conversation.
"No, don't go up, not tonight." Sherlock replies.
"What?"
"I... I don't want you to sleep up there tonight." Sherlock mutters.
"Why? What's wrong? Sherlock is there something I should know?" John sits back down.
"No, no, everything's fine."
They sit in silence for a while. John wonders what Sherlock means by not wanting him to sleep upstairs. The only thing he can think of scares him. It's not a fear that makes him want to run away. But one that makes him excited. "Sherlock? Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"Did you want, want me.. to sleep in your bed tonight?"
"My bed, John?"
"Yes." John says, his voice a little shaking.
"John, do you mean?"
"If.. If that's what you mean." John stands up, slowly and so does Sherlock. The silence in the room is awkward, thick. Both men seem unsure of what to do. Sherlock takes a few steps toward John. He walks around behind Watson and slides both of his hands gently into John's.
"That is exactly what I mean my dear Watson." Sherlock whispers into John's ear as a slight smile spreads across his face.
Turning towards his flatmate John tentatively reaches a hand up to touch Sherlock's neck. The awkward air in the room dissipates quickly as their lips touch. Arms snake around bodies. Hands touch waists, necks, backs, and shoulders. John reaches down to unbutton Sherlock's shirt. To John's surprise he breaks away.
"You all right?" John asks.
"I'm fine, I'm just wondering, don't you think we should, you know, move to the bedroom?" Sherlock says, threading his fingers into John's hair. "Just in case Ms. Hudson comes early tomorrow?"
"Sure, sure. Yes."
Sherlock leads John over to the bedroom holding his hand lightly. Standing by the bed Sherlock leans over slightly and places a soft kiss on John's hand.
"Sherlock, are you sure you're ok with this."
He answers by pushing John down onto the bed and continuing what had started in the other room.