A/N: Hope you enjoy! Fought an hour with this...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I just borrow them.
"I..." Sherlock said glancing over his shoulder at John. "I'm not sure."
"You?" John questioned. "You're not sure?"
"No, no I'm not." Sherlock said annoyance tingeing his voice.
"Well we could just go with what we had originally decided." Harry added with a shrug. "I don't see a reason to change it."
"I suppose you're right." Clara said with a shrug. "Alright, well that covers most everything. We'll leave you two be for the night, spend some time together." She added with a wink.
John rolled his eyes but nodded. "Ta, Clara. We'll talk soon alright?" He said as they started to put on their coats.
"Alright. Bye Johnny!" Harry said with a smile as she walked out the door, earning her a look of annoyance from John.
"Did she call you 'Johnny'?" Sherlock questioned once the door had closed.
"Yes," John said with a sigh. "Yes she did."
"Why?"
"It was a nickname from when I was a child." John explained and cracked his neck, walking over to Sherlock.
"How are you?"
"Fine. How are you?"
Sherlock stared at him rather than answering the question, "I think you can tell the answer."
"You look fine, but your eyes say you're getting hungry... Want to order take-out?"
"Not that kind of hungry John." Sherlock said with a small smile
"What do you- Oh..." John said with a smile.
Sherlock stood and looked at John. "But I'll happily have take-out with you afterwards..." He told the other man with a smile.
"Well that can be arranged." John said with a smile, and started to unbutton his shirt. "To the bedroom?"
"Of course." Sherlock said with a smile.
"Well," John said as Sherlock snuggled up next to him. "I assume you feel better now?"
"Much." Was the only reply he got from Sherlock.
"That's good," John said with a smile. "Still want to order take-out?" He mumbled into Sherlock's hair.
"I would love to."
"Perfect. How do you feel about Chinese?"
Sherlock shrugged. "Chinese sounds fine, would you like me to move so you can find your mobile?"
John reached over to his nightstand and picked up the phone. "It's right here."
Sherlock hummed and relaxed against John, hoping he could stay like this for a long time.
He listened to John place the order, while drawing patterns on Sherlock's side. He relaxed and tried to make sense of the patterns, but kept getting distracted.
Once John had gotten off the phone he looked over to Sherlock. "You look tired Love. Did I wear you out?"
"No," Sherlock said with a sigh. "Just thinking,"
"Doesn't mean you don't look tired," John said with a sigh. "Why don't you try and get some sleep?"
"I'm not tired John."
"Alright, then at least relax?"
"Relaxing I will do. I refuse to go to sleep." Sherlock said and yawned
"Alright," John said with a smile. "Well then just relax..." He said and watched Sherlock drift to sleep.
When Sherlock woke up he was quite annoyed to see the bed was empty. "JOHN." He called and heard a plate clatter to the ground.
"Everything alright?" John called out from where he was. "I'll be back in there in a minute, don't worry."
Sherlock pouted
until John came back. "You don't have to look so upset." John said when he walked in, carrying two plates.
"Why did you leave?"
"I had to go get the food and pay the man. You were asleep."
"You could've woken me."
"Do you know what you're like when you wake up?" John asked "You're violent!"
"I'm not!" Sherlock argued.
"I've gotten a few bruises that would argue." John said and began eating.
Sherlock rolled his eyes when John said that and began to eat his food, glaring at John occasionally.
"You don't have to be so damn annoyed with me for telling to the truth." John said after they finished eating.
"I just want to go to bed." Sherlock said and flopped down on the bed. "Come back to bed with me?"
John smiled and took the plates out of the room, rushing back in and lying down next to Sherlock. "Good night I love you."
"Love you too."
