John wakes with a start. He probably would have jumped out of bed had he not been trapped under six feet of lanky, clinging detective who appeared to have grown eight limbs overnight. Oh my god. John thinks. I slept with Sherlock. And it was incredible. But does this change anything? What's going to happen when he wakes up? Do I regret this? Of course I don't. I've wanted it for months. But if he regrets it, I have no idea what I'm going to do. Maybe I should start looking for a new place.
"John, please stop panicking. You were much more comfortable to lie on before you got all tense."
"Sherlock, are you okay? With this?" John gestures towards their entangled limbs, one hand inadvertently brushing Sherlock's bare shoulder. The taller man sighs, contented, and rubs his face into John's broad chest. "I believe I am more than okay. It's you I am concerned about."
"Oh no. Last night was fantastic. You're fantastic. I'm just worried you might change your mind."
"I am nothing if not stubborn, John. Once I've got something I want, I tend to be rather tenacious."
John relaxes. A small, tanned hand runs itself through a mop of unruly curls. "Thank you. How about you and me put some pyjamas on and go have breakfast?"
I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who has been reading my work and encouraging me. Mirith Griffin, chasingriver, and Nikolita, thank you for commenting on nearly everything I post, it's much appreciated. PaiPeerMeent, thank you for the suggestion of writing 221 of these, and for the list of b-words! I will do my best. I am rapidly running out of words, I will be going to the dictionary, but in the meantime if anyone reading has any suggestions, please message me and I will try to use them :D