chapter four: After date
All to soon, in his opinion, it was done and Sherlock was left standing feeling a little lost in the middle of the room. Shrugging everything off he pushed the emotions away. He was done dealing with them for the day. Marching down the hall he got out of his clothes and into his pj pants and t-shirt along with house coat. More comfortable he wandered back out.
He had slept plenty he wouldn't need to for several days probably. Well he supposed John would have him try before then. But now he was going to focus on his experiment. He still had the mold slides from that morning to look at.
"Sherlock?" John called from his own bed
Sherlock was just getting into his slides when he heard a voice from upstairs call him. He glanced up and tilted his head trying to categorize the sound of the voice. Was it worried? Angry? No didn't seem to be.
He hesitated a moment but finally pushed himself up from the table. Wrapping the robe tightly around him he went out to the stairs.
Hesitating doe only a moment he went up them taking them two at a time before stopping in front of John's door long enough to open it.
"Yes John?" He drawled.
John was going to bed to sleep, their dare was over and nothing more was going to happen with it. He wasn't good with socializing and cues but John had made it clear even to him they were done for the night.
As such he could feel the boredom creeping in and he needed something, anything to stave it off and stimulate his brain.
"Come here" he smiled "I want you in bed with me" he pulled down the sheets John was just wear red pants
Sherlock debated for a moment. He was bored and he was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep again. But he had enjoyed cuddling up to John and not feeling cold or unwanted. Slowly he moved towards the bed skittish like a wild animal that if one false move was made they would bolt. Standing right at the edge of the bed he looked down.
With the sheets pulled up and John looking at him it was Just so inviting. Finally he decided he could always get up once John was asleep.
Peeling off his housecoat he lay it across John's desk before sliding beneath the cool sheets and pressing against his own personal furnace. Sighing he lay his head on John's shoulder and curled next to his side almost on the fetal position.
That was how he always slept when he deigned to fall asleep. It had protected him from many injuries that could have been wrought on his internal organs and now he couldn't sleep any other way. Although he supposed a great many things would change with John around.
"Why do you want me in here?" He asked curiously.
They had had dinner, cuddled and slept all afternoon and even snogged. He had assumed John would be sick of his company by now and want to take a break.
"It's proven people sleep better when they are beside the people they lov-like" he changed quickly wrapping his arms protectively around sherlock
His mind whirled at the words spoken. Lov-like? Was John going to say he loved him? If so why had he stopped and said like instead? Did he not actually love him and it was a left over habit from his girlfriends? Or did he love him and was too afraid to say something. Sherlock really would have liked to figure out the answer in his own head. But once again he was out of his depth.
"Were you going to say you love me? Because I rather think it's obvious I love you too." It was of course to anyone that had any ideas about emotions.
It had taken their activities of the day and a lot of thought for Sherlock to come to the conclusion he loved the man. He wasn't anything if not blunt and since he felt that way he figured John deserved to know whether he returned the sentiments or not.
All the while his body was relaxing and to his exasperation he felt himself being tugged towards sleep again. He knew being held tight, or well since he's never actually held tight before, pressure helped him relax.
He was sure John didn't know it but he had a weighted blanket hidden in his room. It simulated a hug and pressure that made him feel like he was being held together when the world was bleak and he was about to have a meltdown.
"I was but I wasn't sure if it was too soon, and you'd run away" he brought the blanket over them kissing Sherlock's forehead "you're safe with me and I'll never let anyone hurt you again, I'm going to take care of you and love you forever Sherlock"
Sherlock smiled against John's neck where he had buried his face. This man was truly amazing and the consulting detective wondered what he had ever done to be so lucky as to meet him. Not that he would say such fluffy things out loud. It was decidedly not him to do so and he wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack.
"Thank you." He did manage to whisper very softly. He knew that john couldn't always protect him but he also knew that John meant every word and would at least try. The man huffed a bit as his eyes closed. "John Watson you are putting me asleep, I am going to turn into a lazy sod if I keep sleeping so much." He really couldn't bring himself to be too bothered by it though as he drifted off to sleep.
