One film quickly became two, and two soon became three, continuing on until eight hours had elapsed, Sherlock having fallen asleep on John's shoulder around seven and a half hours in. The doctor wouldn't have minded much, but the taller man's head was digging uncomfortably into his scars, and his arm was beginning to go numb.

John gently shifted his arms, wrapping them around Sherlock's shoulders and lowering his head carefully into his own lap. Sherlock stirred slightly as John removed his arms from his tall, thin frame, softly replacing one on the other man's chest, and the other on the arm of the sofa, right next to Sherlock's dark, untamed head of hair. But, instead of waking, the lanky detective only settled into his new position, snuggling closer to John, his face pressing against the smaller man's soft maroon jumper.

The doctor smiled lovingly down at his flatmate, his right hand beginning to play with the soft strands of hair in its reach. He watched as the stretched out curls bounced back easily into their organized chaos as John would let them go, and he relished the feeling of having Sherlock's body so close to his, relaxed and trusting. He felt their chests move in a synchronized dance of sorts, their breathing deep and in perfect harmony.

John sighed deeply, his face betraying his thoughts, glad that Sherlock wasn't awake to deduce him. He knew that his feelings for Sherlock would probably cause him troubles in the near future, if they hadn't already. Sherlock wasn't the most emotionally invested of men, as far as John knew, while John, although he had denied it for years, was an incredibly sensitive and caring one.

He let his emotions rule his decisions far too often, as he had earlier that day. His emotional outburst towards Sherlock had left him feeling more helpless than when he had started.

Then again, he thought ruefully, that was how his interactions with Sherlock usually ended up playing out. Something about the consulting detective fed his possessive nature, as well as his already tender emotions. He desperately wanted Sherlock to be his, and to be Sherlock's in return.

But, John's desires weren't simply physical, although he did greatly appreciate Sherlock's appearance. His tall, thin body, with those ridiculously long legs, and that dark mop of hair that contrasted perfectly with that pale, smooth, flawless skin. And, those sharp eyes, with their flecks of color and their focused intensity that threatened to ignite everything that came in their sight.

But, no. There was more to John's attraction than a shallow appreciation of Sherlock's physicality.

John loved Sherlock's mind. He loved the way that the detective would dance around a crime scene, drinking in the entire picture with his eyes, and the way that the doctor could practically see the cogs turning furiously in the genius' mind as he made his deductions.

John loved Sherlock's habits. The way he would lay sprawled on the sofa, hands steepled over his lips, thinking about God knew what, his eyes closed delicately, flying open at a moment's notice when he'd figured out whatever he'd been mulling over.

John loved Sherlock's...everything. He craved those quick brushes of skin as they'd both rush out the door to head to the Yard, bumping into each other on the way. He lived for Sherlock's small smiles when John would hand him his phone, or make him a cup of tea.

He really was infatuated, wasn't he?

John sighed again, watching as Sherlock smiled slightly in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible.

He was completely and utterly fucked, although not as thoroughly as he would have liked, the thought ruefully, a small smirk forming on his lips as he bit back a laugh.

He glanced up at the clock. 9 pm.

He exhaled slowly, moving his hand away from his flatmate's hair and leaning his head back onto a pillow. He had a full day at the surgery tomorrow, and he needed the rest.

His eyes closed slowly, and his body relaxed, welcoming the notion of sleep.

He was out within the minute.


A/N: Yay for fluff! I thought it'd be beneficial to the story to establish where John is in regard to his feelings for Sherlock.

Don't worry, Sherlock will have his own internal monologue soon, I promise!

Thanks for reading, and reviews really make me smile. Also, they make me more willing to write fluff and stuff :p

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(Also, quick note to Kestrel98: Your enthusiasm was a great motivator in me updating so quickly! Haha thank you very much! :p)