"Come in, John."
"Er- How did you know it was me?"
"Who else would be knocking on my bedroom door in the middle of the night?" Sherlock stated dryly.
John pursed his lips and stood in the doorway, "Sherlock, would you mind if I-"
"Sleep here tonight?" Sherlock finished.
"That isn't what I was going to ask," he mumbled.
Sherlock raised his head from the book he was reading and looked at John.
"It isn't?"
"Well… Not entirely… Why did you think that?"
"Well, there's a thunderstorm raging outside and I've noticed that when you sleep and there are loud noises nearby, you have nightmares."
"What?"
"I would guess they're about your time in the service, probably lots of dead people-"
"I didn't mean what my nightmares were about," John responded quickly, he really didn't want to hear the details, "I just-"
"Wanted to sleep here because you don't want to be alone."
"Could you stop doing that?"
"Not until you admit that's why you're here."
John sighed loudly, "So what if that's why I'm here?"
"I knew it!" Sherlock stated smugly, "Feel free to sleep here, I'll be reading for quite some time."
John decided against saying anything and quickly climbed into Sherlock's bed. It was obvious that Sherlock rarely slept, but his bed smelled just like him. It was comforting and soon, John drifted to sleep.
What felt like five minutes later, John was woken up by Sherlock getting into bed.
"What are you doing?" John asked sleepily.
"I'm getting into my bed to sleep."
"What happened to the book?"
"I got bored."
"So you decided to sleep?"
"Well, it's cold and I feel like climbing into bed."
John made a sound of agreement and drifted back to sleep, but was woken again.
"Sherlock, are you hugging me?"
"Am I? I was wondering where the sudden warmth came from. I can let go if you want me to."
"No, it's fine. It doesn't bother me."
"Okay."
John yawned, he really wanted to sleep but before he surrendered to it, Sherlock muttered his name.
"What's wrong, Sherlock?"
"Hmm? Nothing, nothing."
"If nothing's wrong, will you please just let me go to sleep?"
"Mhm. Goodnight John."
"Yes, goodnight."
Finally, amidst the roaring thunder, John could sleep peacefully.
John barely registered the sound of the door to the flat opening, but he paid no attention to it, it was probably Mrs. Hudson going to make tea. He felt so warm and at ease, he wanted nothing but to stay here forever.
He heard the bedroom door open, "Do you want some tea, Sher-"
John's eyes snapped open as his brain struggled to process the situation he was in; he was in Sherlock's bed with Sherlock was snuggled against his chest, fast asleep.
"Mrs. Hudson, it's not what it looks like…"
"It's okay, John, you don't have to worry about me. I don't mind as long as you're both happy. I better get going; I don't want to get in the way of the lovebirds."
"No. Mrs. Hudson! It's not what it looks like!" he yelled to the retreating old lady.
"John? Why are you shouting at this hour? Can't anyone get some sleep around here?"
"Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson thinks we're a couple," John said frantically.
"So what?"
John sputtered indignantly.
"John, please, just go back to sleep."
Begrudgingly, John relaxed as Sherlock hugged him tighter.
"John?"
"Yes Sherlock."
"Would it be possible for us to sleep like this again?"
"Sure," John whispered.
"I mean, well, it's strangely comforting to have you here, I can sleep properly and-"
"I said its okay, Sherlock."
"Oh did you? Okay."
John put his arm around Sherlock and held him closer, "I find it easier to sleep next to you too."
Without another word, they both drifted off to sleep.
Finished :3