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Moriarty was back and everything in 221B changed. Sherlock hardly spoke, barely ate unless forced to and never slept. Purple black circles under his eyes were getting pronounced day by day. He would get himself locked in his bedroom or work in his lab day and night. After the night when we had almost-kiss situation, Sherlock never turned up in my room again. But that was not my concern anymore. Of course I wanted him to sleep with me but more than anything else I wanted him to be his own self again. I wanted him to be arrogant git as everybody calls him. I missed everything about the old Sherlock. I would happily be taunted than to see him in this condition. Every night I stayed up as long as I could. There were nights when I would sleep in the chair and wake in the morning with sour body. I just wanted him to know he wasn't alone in this. Sherlock was a man of few words when it came to expressing sentiments. I knew he needed me, although he accepts the fact only when unconscious.
It had been four weeks since Moriarty's return. I had made Sherlock eat the takeaway I had brought on my way back from the grocery. For last three days I had not been to work. I couldn't leave Sherlock alone. Of course, he could take care of himself but there was a nagging feeling inside me that something bad was going to happen. Something really bad. Whenever Moriarty returns, he brings with him treacherous circumstances. You never know what murder would lead to him. You never know what he has on his mind. It was an awfully unpredictable game that Sherlock was no longer enjoying, I could tell that.
Lestrade had brought two cases this week. Sherlock had solved both of them with no sign of Moriarty's involvement. He was disappointed. Moriarty was still in the prison but that didn't mean his hands were tied. He had his men, and women, working for him. Two weeks from now Sherlock had to appear in the court. That had me anxious too. Sherlock was going to be a difficult task for the jury.
Sherlock ate the food I had brought for him, without a word, without an argument. Surprising me more, he smiled faintly when he finished. It took some moments to digest the fact that Sherlock had smiled. He was finally getting back on the track. I felt a great relief wash through me.
"Thank you, John" He said in his deep voice. I need not ask why. I smiled back.
Sherlock went back into the trance. Every day was mentally and physically tiring. I sighed in exasperation. Without disturbing him, I tiptoed to the door and with a final look at him I retired to bed.
I couldn't sleep a minute even though every cell of my brain was exhausted. I kept repeating the words Sherlock had said when he was oblivious to what he was saying; I kept repeating over and over again the encounter with him in the kitchen. It seemed like another life. I closed my eyes. I don't know how many minutes or hours passed. I wasn't asleep but I was not aware of the surrounding now, lost in deep thoughts.
Other side of bed dipped under weight and a set of hands found my chest pulling me closer. Sherlock's scent filled the room. Was I dreaming? I opened my eyes and rolled over. Sherlock's warm hand gripped my arms drawing me to him. He faintly smiled and took my hand in his. I moved nearer to him as much as our bodies allowed. I buried my head in his chest. I could feel his breath in my hair. He felt warm. Yes, Sherlock was here, in my bed again.
We didn't talk for what seemed like an eternity. We didn't need to talk. His presence here spoke everything I ever needed to know. We rested in each other's arms, relaxing the rush inside us.
"You know, this is not what you do when someone creeps into your bed" His voice husky.
"What am I supposed to do then?"
"You should keep the gun ready"
"I know when it's you. Nobody comes here at this ungodly hour" My laugh muffled in his chest.
He considered it for a moment. I was trying to hold on to ever single moment we spend together. I never know when he would go back to his unvoiced self again.
"John" I looked up at him.
"Do you trust me?"
"More than I trust myself"
"I need you, John"
"I know" I don't know if he heard my response. His hand found my chin and pulled my face to him. I stretched myself up to his lips. With a soft sigh, Sherlock's lips touched mine. I felt blood running to my face. In the cold night, I felt sweat on my neck. His hand lead mine to his waist and resting it there, continued to travel from my waist to the lower back until it tangled with my hair. He pulled me closer and nibbled my lower lip. He was becoming fierce with passing seconds. His tongue found my lips asking for permission into my mouth. Willingly I opened it wider. His tongue discovered my insides with his tongue, got intertwined with mine. With my hand on his waist I pulled him closer. His lips were violent against mine. I gasped for breath. He moved about my cheek tracing different patterns with his sharp nose. He ran along my neck line.
"John, I don't like to be afraid" He said breathing heavy.
"You need not to be Sherlock. This is going to fine" I hardly trusted the words.
He pulled away to look at me, looking deep into my eyes. He didn't trust the words either.
"Sherlock, if you are not going to get me involved how am I supposed to help you?" Remembering last two weeks, I shivered.
"I don't want you to be involved. Moriarty has used you as a card against me, John. I don't want to see you hurt again"
"And what you were doing for past weeks didn't hurt at all, you think?"
He didn't respond instead looked at out entwined hands.
"Sherlock, look, I am going to help you this way or another. You got to let me know what is happening and what we are doing next" I said, emphasizing on we. He nodded.
"What did you mean when you said 'I know'?"
I looked at him in puzzlement.
"When I said 'I need you'?" He rolled his eyes at my total disregard of the conversation.
I smirked. So he did notice.
"What?" He asked, impatient.
"Nothing"
"John Hamish Watson, you are going to tell me why you said that" He was threatening me now. I smirked again. This was my time to be entertained. Oh, how I wished to take revenge of the times when he had taunted and made me look like a useless piece of crap. He fixed his eyes on me; another warning. I ignored him completely; instead pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his chick. I buried my face in his chest wishing this moment to last forever.
"I thought you would be angry after what happened in the kitchen" He said quietly.
"Why would I be? I got what I wanted in the end" I hugged him tighter.
"I don't understand this. Why do I feel this way? With Moriarty after me, I don't want to risk what we have. I was so sure I would never feel this way for anyone, but then you came along, John. Every time I talked about Irene Adler the jealousy you felt, I could sense that. The way you looked at me, the way your heart beats faster when you see me looking at you and every little thing that you couldn't notice until now; I could very well sense it. But the odd thing was I was feeling the same. I still don't understand what is happening."
It was too much to take. Sherlock, directly or indirectly, accepting the fact that he too felt the same was overwhelming. I never imagined he would ever look at me this way. I knew this is the far most he would get to express his feelings.
"You should have kissed me in the kitchen" He sighed and kissed my temple. I inhaled his sweet breath.
"You don't understand, John. Moriarty takes advantage of every little loop, John and this time it's you who I am risking-"
"You are not risking anything, Sherlock. Nobody needs to know this. Nobody's business"
"Hold on, are you implying you are embarrassed to be seen with me?" His eyebrow shot up. I rolled my eyes.
"I would run down to every street of London telling everybody I see that we are together if I had to and if that wasn't a problem. You are worried to risk my life, I am not." I could not stop but to make a face.
"You don't under-" He started to argue again. I cut him short.
"Shut up and let me do this" I sealed my lips to his, his words muffled in my mouth. Finally, I had found a way to silence Sherlock Holmes. He didn't respond for a moment but then pulling me closer he kissed me back, frustration escaping his lips.
No matter how much I tried to convince me, or him, deep down I was afraid too. But in that moment I forgot all my worries and gave in to him.
