"John! John wake up!" You jolt awake. "Huh? Sherlock, what are you doing?" You ask. "You were screaming. I wanted to wake you up, so you wouldn't cry anymore." You blush. "I was crying? Bloody hell.." He laughs a little. "It's okay. No one heard, don't be ashamed." He hugs you. "Sherlock?" He looks up. "Yeah, John?" "Well, I was wondering if you would lay with me for the rest of the night. I mean, it's only twelve." He smiles. "I would love to." You both lay back down, and he wraps his arms around your waist. You then realized Sherlock had no trousers. "Sherlock.. where are your trousers?" He laughs. "Oh, I took them off a while ago. I was hoping we could…" You blush. "Sherlock, are you suggesting two grown men have sex?" He pauses. "Well, yes." You stay silent for a moment. "I'm up for it." You finally say. "Really?" He sounds happy. "Yeah." That night was filled with moans and sighs, and Mrs. Hudson interrupting to see what was going on. "Sherlock? John? Are you alri-" "Now is not the time, Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock says in a breathy voice. "Oh, my…" She says as she walks out. The next morning, Sherlock says, "Do not tell anyone about this, ever. Okay?" You smile. "Okay, but, could we do it again?" He pauses. "Absolutely."