Aftermath
by stickers95
(Holmes, imaginary…)
As I woke up, I found myself in strange but yet utterly comfortable surroundings. It had to be about sunrise, since the light outside was dim and golden, its shimmer being reflected by the paint of the buildings opposite the street, and above all, it was warm and pleasant.
Directly beside me, I could feel the smooth skin of John's back. He was still asleep.
And we were still in John's bedroom, I recalled.
Yes, there was the familiar drawer, with his model battleship on it, and there the familiar paintings at the wall…
Everything perfectly allright.
The bedsheets gave a soft, rustling noise as I stirred and moved closer to him again.
"…Sherlock…?" he murmured sleepily.
"Mmmh," I replied, resting my head at the back of his neck and breathing in the faint walnut-like scent of his hair and skin.
His hand came in search for me, nestling forward slowly, and as he reached me, he gave a deep sigh of content and let it rest on my waist for a moment before he withdrew it again. "…Only wanted to make sure this is not a dream and you're still there," he added in a drowsy voice.
In return, I placed a kiss on the back of his neck, shortly underneath his left ear where his skin was soft and smooth. "Still there, John," I whispered.
I had stopped wondering this night how I ever could have been so blind… too blind for reaching out to him earlier.
Of all blunders I've committed, this surely was the severest one, thus marking any attempt to justify my serious lack of understanding as totally inappropriate. Nevertheless, there had been reasons why.
Until yesterday evening, any development leading to exactly the situation I found myself in this morning would have been preposterous, unthinkable, utterly impossible – especially for someone taking pride so far in being unscathed by the powers of emotion.
And yet it had come this far.
No, I didn't feel inclined to think it over again.
It had happened, so much was for sure, and I didn't want to break the spell by examining the facts, by dragging everything that had led to this enchanted morning into the realms of reasoning and logic.
Not now.
And maybe never ever.
I sighed, for I never had imagined that this very perspective onto the world outside – from behind his shoulders, at bed level, between the sheets – could be so wonderful…
And with reaching out to him, I drew him close to me, feeling the warmth of his body.
This was absolute bliss.
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This is not necessarily to be seen in connection with the other stuff I posted here - this is just a short drabble which came to my mind one morning…
Btw, please correct me if you find terms or expressions being used in a wrong way, since English is not my mother tongue, and I surely would like to improve it.