Sorry for the length but I found this prompt on tumblr and wanted to write a little ficlet. It's basically for my friend Freaky and for ReaderMagnifique who lights up my day every time I update my other story Kiara Moriarty.
imagineyourotp: Imagine Person A of your OTP really getting attached by how warm Person B makes the bed when they fall asleep together/cuddle so when Person B comes home from some trip Person A yells at them because their bed was so cold.
John won't let go of Sherlock on the day Sherlock came back, after the first punch and then the desperate hug. He touches his arm while he is making tea, and when Sherlock tries to flop down on his chair John follows him ad grips his shoulder.
And it's so clear to Sherlock how much John needs it, how much he missed Sherlock, that he lets him.
John hasn't kissed him. Not once, since Sherlock came back, and turned his head when Sherlock wanted to shortly after the tea, when he tried to apologize. It's confusing, as it is so obvious how much John has missed him, how much he wants to touch Sherlock all the time to make sure he's real.
He hasn't made a comment about it. Just turned his head and pretended not to notice Sherlock's confused and hurt expression.
But apologized, oh, he has apologized. He knows it'll take time for John to forgive him, but he can't stop asking for forgiveness. John might forget, or not realize how much Sherlock means it. That he's not just back for now, but that he's staying for good.
When it gets dark, John pulls Sherlock towards Sherlock's room. He sleeps there now, he says, because of his leg. It's practical, anyway. But he still won't let go, pulling Sherlock with him.
And when he throws back the blanket, John starts crying. Not loudly, not very visible, but for the first time that day, and those silent tears scare Sherlock so much more than John's shouting.
It's not as if they always slept together before the fall. Since they got together, they started slow - only now and then sleeping in one bed, starting a few months before the fall, but more and more leading up to the fall.
John is still touching Sherlock on his arm, so Sherlock steps closer and carefully hugs him again, trying to show him he's there.
"The bed was cold." John whispers, burrying his face into Sherlock's shoulder so he's barely audible, "The bed was so cold."