John woke up first. Maybe it was because the bed was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of his strange dreams. Maybe it was because some other force with a magic wand compelled him to. Whatever it was, John woke up first. He stretched and heard Sherlock's back crick. He ruffled Sherlock's inky black curls and realised just how soft and silky they were. Quietly, he trudged downstairs. The real Sherlock was still asleep on the sofa. John stopped and stared. At some point during the night, Sherlock had picked up the Union Flag pillow and was now cuddling it to his chest like a teddy bear. It made John smile. Sherlock was so cute when he was asleep. John realised what he had thought. It confused him. But the way he felt after thinking it was one of the most pleasurable sensation he had ever felt.
"John." Sherlock murmured. John's heart pratically melted. Sherlock opened his eyes.
"John?"
"Yes Sherlock?"
"I'm hungry." There was a childlike tone in Sherlock's voice. John opened the fridge, mainly to hide his blushes.
"Put the iPod on Shuffle, will you?" He shouted to Sherlock. The detective obeyed. John flicked on the kettle. For once they had milk. He took a bottle out, with some sugar, which was in the breadbin.
"Can you count me in?" Sherlock asked. John was confused and walked into the living room. He didn't recognise the song. Obviously Sherlock did.
"I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feelin' like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tingles in a silly place
And it starts in my toes
And I crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go."
John tried hard not to blush. The rain, that John had only just noticed, beat heavily against the roof but it was somehow in time with the music.
"The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers staying safe and warm
You give me feelings that I adore
But what am I gonna say
When you make me feel this way
I just mmmmm
And they start in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go."
Sherlock suddenly noticed John was watching him. He smiled sheepishly and John sat next to his feet which were propped up on the sofa arm. They looked into each other's eyes. One pair were warm, chocolate brown like that of a tame horse or a hobbit. The other were liquid silver, light channeling through them, making the iris sometimes gray, sometimes green and sometimes blue. But in the darkend room they were sat in (Sherlock had shut the curtains before falling asleep) they were the brightest silver, like a new ten pence. They even seemed to glow in the half light. Sherlock continued to sing, albeit nervously. John could see his own fillings.
"I've been asleep for a while now
You tuck me in just like a child now
'Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth
And it starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
'cause you make me smile baby
Just take your time now
Holdin' me tight
Wherever wherever wherever you go
Wherever wherever wherever you go
Wherever you go
I always know
'Cause you make me smile
Even just for a while."
During the course of the music, the pair had drifted closer, eyes still locked onto the others. John's gaze dropped to his lips. Sherlock instantly began to nibble them like a rabbit. He even drew a drop of blood. John wanted to lick it away but stopped himself.
"Sherlock..." He whispered. They were only inches apart.
"Yes John?" Sherlock was trembling again. John lay his hand atop of Sherlock, surprising them both.
"I think I..." John was just about to reveal everything to Sherlock. How he found him interesting, insane, funny, stupid, kind, selfish and so godamned attractive! But the door opened and Mrs Hudson came bustling in, opening the curtain and waffling about mess. Sherlock and John jumped apart as if they had been struck by lightning.
The Science Fairy walked in from her kitchen (Yes she has a kitchen. She may be all powerful and have control over every aspect of science ever and maybe, just maybe responsible for the apple falling on to a certain Isaac Newton but she still needs a place to cook and store her groceries.) with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. She looked at the scene in Baker Street and groaned loudly. In Poland, a thunderstorm began to rage. The purple clad woman picked up her wand.
"Why, oh why, when I leave you two for five minutes does everything go out of control?" She mumbled bitterly, waving her wand over the scene once more. But Sherlock and John had already seperated and the moment was ruined.
