Oh hello .w. Don´t mind me, it´s just a cute little story that popped up in my head. It´s my first fanfiction in like 7 years. Owo" I had fun writing it. :D Maybe I will write smut next. XD
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It was nearly midnight when John Watson heard steps heading towards his room on second floor.
He just finished a draft of another story based on a criminal case and put his notebook aside when Sherlock casually entered his room. John noticed that he clenched a pillow in his fist.
- Can´t you kno-
- John. I want to sleep here.
- What? Why? - the man asked, utterly bewildered.
- Stop asking dumb questions and let me sleep here. - He mumbled, threw pillow on the narrow bed, slipped under the sheets and curled himself, head towards the wall.
John blinked, utterly confused, trying to make out what on earth was going on. He wanted to argue, pointing out his roommate´s lack of manners, but on second though decided to discuss it later.
- Well, I guess you want to change surroundings? I will sleep downstairs then. - He pressed the doorknob as he heard a silent mumble.
- Don´t leave me.
His confusion was gone, replaced by sheer amusement. The blonde smiled to himself. Sherlock was a brilliant detective, but he also had a childish side. He probably had an intense nightmare, maybe a side effect of investigating gruesome crime scenes? How could they influence the man´s psyche? He obviously didn´t believe in monsters creeping under bed, but he seemed clearly distressed.
It might be fun, like a camp. John smiled, wondering how he could approach his roommate to tell him about the nightmare. What could scare the famous detective so much that he does not want to sleep alone?
The blonde turned around, wanting to question the black haired man about the reasons for his behaviour, and maybe tease him a bit, but he was already asleep.
- I guess I will ask him tomorrow. - he thought, turned off the lamp and slipped under the covers.
- Good night, Sherlock. - he said quietly, the only answer being his roommate breathing peacefully beside him.
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John Watson mumbled, consciousness slowly returning to him as he woke up. For some reason he was feeling strange pleasure but was not able to define its origin at first. He purred, enjoying the sensation of warm breath blowing softly at the nape of his neck.
As a doctor, he was aware of many nerve endings on the neck, but he never experienced how pleasurable can it be. He felt goosebumps as the even breathing turned to his ear. And he realised that some arms were holding his waist and chest from behind. He felt save and secure. He felt happy, resting beside... Wait. Beside whom?
Then he remembered.
He was not sleeping beside his beautiful wife. He was still single, and the person hugging him from behind was his roommate.
- SHERLOCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? - he screamed, aggresively hitting the arms embracing him and jumped out of the bed as the grip loosened.
- Hmm? What? Man, you are so loud. Shut up. - the black haired man complained, still half-asleep, and turned his head towards the wall.