Just an experiment
Chapter 1
4:15am. Sherlock cautiously stands in the doorway of John Watson's bedroom. "John… are you awake?"
John instinctively jumps up. He had just had a nightmare. He notices Sherlock, and realises he must have heard from the living room and was checking on his best friend.
"Are you okay?" The consulting detective asks John. John can tell from Sherlock's tone that he is worried. Recently he has become very protective.
"Yes… I think so. Just another nightmare, you know how it is." John replies, still half asleep.
"Alright then. Sleep well." Sherlock proceeds to leave and shut the door.
"Wait. Sherlock..." John manages to quickly splutter out some words before Sherlock leaves his large, empty room.
"Yes?" Sherlock quickly stops in his tracks. He knows what John is about to ask.
John clears his throat quietly. "Can you stay, please?"
This happens rather often when John has nightmares. The first time it happened, Sherlock was –as usual- still awake. It was 1:27 am and he heard John briefly scream and hit the floor in a panic. He ran up to his bedroom and lifted him back to the bed. Sherlock stayed in John's bed that night and he had slept better than he ever had before. Maybe it was because he didn't have to spend the night alone with just his thoughts, which was oddly was a nice change. After that night, Sherlock was confused. Confused with his feelings and his desire to be close to John again.
"Of course I will." Sherlock replies. He swiftly slides his dressing gown from his shoulders and lightly throws it to the uncluttered floor.
John moves over to the middle of the bed as Sherlock climbs in. The first time this happened was somewhat uncomfortable. But Sherlock and John quickly found a comfortable sleeping position; Sherlock would sleep on his back, and John's head would rest safely on Sherlock's chest. Their limbs would become entwined and John would place his right arm over Sherlock's waist. Their fingers would bond together and peacefully lay between them.
But tonight is slightly different. Sherlock can tell John is not okay, he is still shaken up from his nightmare. Sherlock moves himself so he is on slightly propped up against the pillows and pulls John closer towards him. John immediately responds and he rests his head on Sherlock's chest. The Consulting Detective is not one to comfort people; but there is something about John. Something that just breaks any rules or boundaries that were once set. Sherlock holds John for endless minutes, not ever wanting to let go; but he can feel his best friend slowly fall back to sleep, feeling safe in his best friend's arms.
Sherlock places a light, yet loving kiss on John's forehead, and doesn't stop himself from drifting to sleep, with his arms still tightly wrapped around John.
"Goodnight, my little blogger." Sherlock whispers gently.