Title: The Fun Of Forbidden
Word Count: 301
Prompt: Forbidden
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One day, maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day, John will stop this madness. But until them...
Author's Note: Oh, longest one yet!
Forbidden.
The dim light of the television, featuring the face of an actress whose name John forgets, gently brushes across the room and bathes certain objects in it's glow; The cup of half-drank, now-cold tea that sits on the coffee table, that strange skull on the mantle-piece, and, most obviously, the sleeping form of Sherlock Holmes on the other half of the sofa.
Due to the rather limited source of light, John's view is somewhat depleted. But the gentle luminance is enough to cling to the soft curves and slopes of the quietly slumbering detective – The subtle rounding of the tip of his pale nose, the slight flickering of his eyelids which are purple from lack of sleep, and the light rise and fall of his still clothed chest as he breathes with the regularity that suggests that his roommate is in only the deepest of sleeps.
Forcing a breath, more a sigh really, out through his nose, John closes his eyes and silently berates himself as he pulls himself off of the sofa and pads quietly away, leaving Sherlock to make some indiscernible noise and curl up tighter on the sofa.
This isn't right, not something he should be doing. It's something he does, but he knows that it has to stop. It's inappropriate, untoward and...and just not done to think about your roommate that way. To watch him like that. He will stop, he has to stop, he is going. To. Stop.
Sherlock mumbles something quietly into the leather of the sofa and John turns back to watch as the detective twists in his sleep, muttering nonsensical words as he does.
Maybe he'll stop tomorrow. After all, the only fun to be found in Forbidden is the temptation to keep returning for more.