A/N: Hello! I'm writing this story just to keep my mind active while writing my other story (Meant to Be). Hope you enjoy! Please review!
Day 1: Cuddles (naked)
The case was long and hard. Sherlock barely makes it up to the flat before he falls asleep, an entire week of on-the-go catching up to him.
Once in the flat, he toes off his shoes and kicks them across the room.
"One day," John tells him. "You're going to lose those. Or kick 'em out the window."
"Window's closed," Sherlock mumbles.
John just shakes his head and moves on. "Tea?"
"Hmm," is all Sherlock can muster. He heads straight for the sofa while John goes to the kitchen.
John hums while he works on the tea, and it's very soothing. It's like a rainforest machine some troubled sleepers own; Sherlock never has trouble falling asleep to John's voice. One evening, John was even arguing with Harry and Sherlock dozed on peacefully on his lap.
Now is no different. Sherlock falls face first onto the sofa and instantly falls sleep.
John finishes with the tea, not noticing that Sherlock is silent the entire time. Sometimes, after a case, Sherlock retells every detail, or tries to get John into bed, or falls asleep instantly. John assumes it's the last of the three, and his assumption is proven true when he takes the mugs to the sitting room.
Sherlock's face down on the sofa with the blanket wrapped around him. His nose is digging into the pillow, and John wonders not for the first time if he can breathe. But Sherlock hasn't suffocated himself yet, so John leaves him.
John's about to take Sherlock's tea back to the kitchen, where he plans to quietly sip his while making a late dinner, when Sherlock stops him.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock softly asks.
John nearly jumps. "Jes—Sherlock, you scared me."
"Sorry," Sherlock mutters. "Come here. Lay with me."
"Let's go to bed then, love. We'll wake up in a bit and order takeaway."
"We won't get up if we go all the way to bed," Sherlock argues. He turns his body and presses tightly against the back of the sofa, then pulls the blanket up to let John under.
John's jaw nearly falls to the floor. He thinks momentarily that he really should be used to this sight, that he's seen Sherlock naked millions of times over the past two years, but honestly the sight of that milk perfect skin caging in the more-toned-than-it-seems muscles never gets old.
"Well?" Sherlock asks. He's not being seductive, not at the slightest. He's trying to get comfortable enough for sleep.
Doesn't stop John from yanking his clothes off as fast as possible.
Sherlock smiles as John climbs onto the sofa and presses tightly against him. They would be pressed together any time, even in bed, but the fact that they have to be for John to remain safely on the sofa is just…exciting.
John adjusts the blanket around them and tucks Sherlock in better. "Good?"
Sherlock practically purrs and closes his eyes. "Perfect."
John wraps his arms around Sherlock and tucks Sherlock's head under his chin. "Nap then, love. I'll wake you for dinner."
"I want to stay here all night."
John nuzzles his nose in Sherlock's hair. "Me too, love."
Sherlock snuggles deeper into John's arms and falls asleep just as quickly as he had before. This time, he doesn't wake up for three hours, and John cuddles him closely the whole time.