Prompt: Jealous
Rating: T
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Summary: Drunken John is definitely the jealous type ;) No spoilers.
I was drunk.
There wasn't any use in sugar-coating it. I was pissed off my ass, my vision swimming as I slid off - or, more accurately, fell off - the chair I'd been sitting on. I didn't really care though. The liquor made my body feel all warm and fuzzy and I didn't remember the last time I felt this bubbly. I giggled as I pushed myself up from the dirty floor, stumbling away from the bar to look for my Sherly, wondering if he'd came with me in the first place.
I giggled again, hiding my hands in the sleeves of my jumper. That's what she said.
"Sherly," I slurred out, grinning as I stumbled through the pub. Oh, right. We'd come here for a case or something, to do some investigating. My Sherly had wanted to go interview some important people and abandoned me at the bar, leaving me sulking and miserable. I pouted, recalling the memory of me sitting uselessly in my chair, ordering shot after shot after shot. Sherly shouldn't have left me there - that wasn't very nice.
Finally, I managed to make out the sight of a man towering above most of the people scattered throughout the pub, a curly, black mop of hair on his head. My face lit up as I started bouncing from foot to foot. It was my Sherly!
I was about to run to him when I noticed who he was talking to. I let out a gasp, my hands clenching into fists by my side. It was some slut with a skanky little tank top and shorts that didn't even cover her ass. She was running her hands all over my Sherly's body, whispering something in his ear. That bitch! Didn't she knew Sherly belonged to me? Hello!? My Sherly!
I stormed over to them, my fists shaking. He spotted me, looking relieved as he pushed the girl away. I almost snorted. Giving me that adorable little look wasn't gonna stop me from telling this girl where she could go.
"Nadine," Shely said calmly, clasping his hands behind his back. "This is my associate, Doctor John Watson. If you see fit, we - "
I took a step forward, putting myself between the skank and my Sherly. I leant in so far I almost fell, my eyes daggers as I glared at her. Her face was caked with make up, her lipstick red. She could have stained Sherly's purple shirt! It was my favourite shirt! "Youz get awaayy from my Shhhherly, hoe," I spat, my voice dripping with venom.
She took a step back, her blue eyes shocked. "I - sorry, I don't think you underst - "
"Yessss, we are lovers, thankz you sooo much for assking," I responded, crossing my arms. She looked stunned and hurt, her brow furrowing in confusion. God, she was so dumb.
"Perhaps we can continue this conversation later," I heard Sherly say from behind me. "I think Doctor Watson has consumed enough for tonight."
I spun around, eyes furious as I glared up at his amused look. How dare he flirt with some random girl and act so innocent, as if we had never even kissed!? Granted, we hadn't. I guess, really, we weren't even dating - but that was no excuse! "You whore!" I screamed, stretching up on my tippy-toes to slap him across the face. "You willz not be continuing your conver - conver - consation later cuz you are mine! My Sherly!"
He met my glare, his eyes wide. "John, I believe it would be wise of us to head home. You're very intoxicated and you - "
"I am not in - inoxdacated!" I screeched, stamping my foot. "I'm purrficly fine! Watch!" I spun around in a circle, trying to show him that I could balance. Unfortunately, the room got too blurry and I stumbled over my own feet, collapsing on the floor. I giggled, grinning up at my Sherly. "I fell."
I saw Sherly's lips tug at the corners as he tried to hold back a smile. I beamed, shooting up from my spot on the ground, reaching blindly for something to hold onto so I wouldn't fall. I grabbed hold of my Sherly's shirt, pulling him close and laying my head against his chest. "I forrrgive you, youz know," I murmured quietly, nuzzling my face into his shirt. "For flirting with the skank. I guess she is kinda pretty - but she's waaaay too young for youz. So nooooo more flirting or else no sexy times for a year."
"Hmm, yes, that does sound quite tragic," he responded, grinning down at me in amusement for some reason. I didn't know what was so funny. My Sherly was sexy, but he was so weird. "However, we need to return to Baker Street, okay?"
I nodded, letting him drape a warm arm around me as he led me to one of the many cabs idling on the side of the road. He bent over to talk to the cabbie, leaving me with the splendid view of his ass. I giggled. What I'd like to do with that ass...
"John, get into the cab now, all right?" he said, opening the door for me. I nodded, tripping over the curb and tumbling into the seat. He slid in beside me, quickly shutting the door and sealing us inside. He spoke quickly to the cabbie, but I wasn't sure what he was saying. I was too busy wondering what it would be like to sit in his lap.
So I did.
It wasn't easy. My vision was already damaged enough - I didn't need the blur of bright lights outside the windows making it worse. Still, I somehow managed to clamber onto his lap, snuggling into his chest. "Mmm, Sherly," I murmured, placing a quick kiss on his collarbone.
He froze, his hands ridged talons by his side. He opened and closed his mouth aimlessly, trying to stutter out some form of a word. I beamed in pride for being the only person in the world who was able to make Sherly speechless.
"John..." he said quietly, gently trying to pry me off him. I simply tightened my arms around his waist and let out a low whine. He sighed. "John, you are highly intoxicated and I do not wish to have you in my lap just so you can complain about it in the morning."
My lower lip trembled, tears threatening to leak out my eyes. "Please, Sherly?" I whimpered, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. "Just for the ride home?"
He glanced out the window before letting out a loud sigh and slipping his arms around my back. "Fine. Please note I'm only doing this because I don't want to have the misfortune of dealing with a whiney, baby John."
"M' not a baby," I mumbled, feeling Sherlock's chest move against me as he laughed. I smiled, snuggling as close to him as I possibly could, giving into the heavy feeling in my eyelids.
So this is what bliss felt like.
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"John!" a deep voice cried loudly while a hand gripped my shoulder. "John, for the love of God, will you wake up!?"
I let out a slight groan, shaking my head and batting his hands away. "Shhh, m' sleeping," I mumbled without opening an eye.
"You can't sleep in the cab, John. We're at Baker Street. You need to follow me upstairs."
I let out a loud groan but opened by eyes to see my Sherly leaning over me. I grinned. "Hullo."
He cracked a smile before tugging on my arm and dragging me out of the cab. I collapsed into him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. We stayed like that for a few minutes, before Sherly finally spoke. "You have to walk, John."
I shook my head, pulling out of his embrace to throw my arms in the air. "Carry me!"
"I can't - "
"Please, Sherly?" I asked with a pout, my eyes watering slightly. "Pleasssssse?"
He looked up, muttering something to himself, before ordering me to jump on his back. I obliged and he swore and stumbled before wobbling into the house. "Good God, you're heavy."
"Hey!" I snapped, slapping him playfully on the back. "M' not heavy, youz just weak."
He let out a small chuckle before clambering up the stairs and opening the door to our apartment. He set me down gently, before grabbing hold of my hand and dragging me up the next flight of stairs. We made it to my bedroom where he opened the door and lightly pushed me inside. I quickly stripped down to just my T-shirt and boxers, before rushing forward and throwing my arms around Sherly, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"John, you need to go to bed."
"I love you," I murmured, refusing to let go of him. "I love youz so much. But I'm not gay."
"I know, John. I love you too, all right? You have saved my life a few times, it's only expected. Best friends do tend to have a relationship stronger than most. Now, you have to - "
"I don't love you like that, Shhherly!" I exclaimed suddenly, pulling back and stamping my foot. "I'm in love with youz! And I'm not gay, I can't be - cuz the only guy I've evvver fa - fallllen in love with is youz."
His eyes widened, his hands tightening around the frame of the door. He looked down, focusing intently on the floorboards. "John. You - you're highly intoxicated, you know that. You're going to regret saying this in the morning."
"NO!" I shouted, my hands curling into fists by my side. "I'm drunk as hell, I knooow that! I'm not eggsactily co - coairent right now, but I know how I feel and I know how I've been feeeling for the past year! I love you, Sherlock Holmes! So there!" I glared before I stormed over to my bed, crossing my arms as I threw myself down onto the mattress. My Sherly could be so oblivious sometimes.
I heard the floorboards creak, and buried myself deeper into my blankets. Sherly was such a meanie. He didn't deserve to know how much I cared if he was going to be such an ass about it.
I felt a tentative hand on my shoulder, featherlight and almost tender. "John," he said, his voice echoing in my ears. I closed my eyes tighter, sticking my fingers in my ears. It didn't help much. His freakishly deep voice didn't know boundaries. "John, look at me."
I sighed before flipping over to look into his eyes, my arms folded across my chest. "What do youz want, Sherly?"
"You're not going to remember this in the morning," he stated simply. "You'll be much too hungover."
I rolled my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."
He shot me a glare before continuing with his speech. "You'll forget you ever said those things to me. You'll forget this whole night ever happened." He took a deep breath, his eyes boring into mine. "You'll forget that - that I love you too."
I blinked then beamed, rolling my eyes at Sherly's stupidity. "Then tell me in the morninnnnng, you idiot," I grinned, poking him in the chest and giggling. "I won't be drunk, but I'll still love youz."
A smile slowly spread across his face, and he looked down at his hands, shuffling nervously in his spot. "I believe that would be an acceptable plan. I'll leave you to get some rest now. I'll see you when you awake." He turned on his heel, his eyes still glued to the ground.
"SHERLY!" I screeched, angrily crossing my arms over my chest. He quickly whipped around, shooting me a confused and concerned look. "Just wa-hair do youz think you're goooing?"
He smirked slightly. "I was planning to get some rest myself. You are always pestering me about - "
"Of course I want you to get sleep, stupood!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes in exasperation. "But I want you to sleep with me!" For a genius, Sherly sure was stupid.
His eyes widened. "John, I - "
"We don't have to shhhhag," I insisted desperately. "We don't even have to snog. I just want youz to hold me while I slllleep."
He sighed. "I really don't think - "
"Pleasssssse, Sherly?" I begged, for what had to be the tenth time tonight. "I don't wanna be all alone in the dark! Pleassssssssse?"
He looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head before stripping down to his T-shirt and boxers and sliding under the covers. I jumped up from the bed so I could dive under the blankets, snuggling as close to my Sherly as I could possibly get.
"You are aware that you will go ballistic when you wake up," he said with an amused smile stretched across his face. It was more of a statement than a question.
"We'll deal with that in the mahorning," I mumbled, my eyelids suddenly ten times heavier. I yawned, knotting my hands in Sherly's shirt. "G'night, Sherly."
He could have responded or simply held me closer, but sleep overtook me before I could process a thing.
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My eyes fluttered open and I immediately groaned, being met by a stream of sunlight pouring through the window. My stomach churned angrily, my head a sea of dizziness and incoherent thoughts. Had I ever been this hungover before?
I let out another loud groan as I managed to prop myself up onto my elbows, massaging the space between my eyebrows. I remembered going to the pub with Sherlock to interview someone and being left at the bar. Figures everything after that was a blur.
"Good morning, John," Sherlock said from beside me. I looked to my right to see my flatmate lounging against the pillows, his expression composed.
"Ughn, morning," I managed to grunt out, moving my hands to rub my temples. Suddenly, realization flooded through me and my eyes widened as my head snapped to the right. My eyes met lagoon green and I could practically hear my jaw drop. Oh. My. God.
I fumbled out of bed, managing to land myself on the floor in a tangled heap. "SHERLOCK, WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?" I screeched, my eyes wide. I looked down at myself, swallowing hard. I was still clothed - partially, anyway. That was a good sign, right?
"You asked me to sleep with you," he answered with a shrug.
I had? I was going to kill drunken me! "I was drunk!" I exclaimed, practically flailing. "You could have said no!"
"Oh, believe me, I tried," he said, grinning down at me in amusement. "But, despite my willpower, the constant whines of, 'Please, Sherly?' got a little too infuriating to ignore."
I simply blinked, a fiery heat in my cheeks. What had I said? I was keeping a secret from him, and a big one at that. Being in love with your flatmate wasn't exactly something you wanted to scream to the world. I prayed to God drunken me had enough sense to keep his mouth shut.
"You're hungover and in pain," Sherlock stated simply, giving me a quick once-over. "You need rest. Come back to bed and I'll retrieve some aspirin, if you'd like."
Our eyes locked for a few minutes before I begrudgingly climbed back into bed, the soft mattress welcoming my weight. I cleared my throat, gathering my courage to ask the question I really didn't want to know the answer to. "Um, Sherlock?" I asked nervously. He simply glanced at me, cocking an eyebrow. "Do - What happened last night?"
He shrugged. "Nothing important. You got highly intoxicated and yelled at me for talking to a homeless woman." He paused. "You called her a hoe and told me not to flirt with a skank. I believe you thought she was a drunken girl in the pub instead of someone from the homeless network."
I buried my face in my hands, the heat from my face practically burning my palms. "Anything else?"
"Nothing of importance. I'll fetch you your aspirin now." I felt the covers shift slightly before they went completely still. "Oh, and John?"
I took my face out of my hands to meet his expressionless gaze. "Yes?" I managed to choke out.
He grinned before leaning in and pressing his lips against the base of my neck. Before I could question what was happening, he was leaving a trail of wet kisses up the side of my neck before he nipped my earlobe. I shivered, feeling his hot breath ghost against my ear as he spoke, his voice husky. "You are absolutely adorable when you're jealous." And with that, he pulled himself out of bed and quickly disappeared down the hall, hopefully to retrieve some type of meds.
I stared at the doorway, my cheeks aflame and eyes wide. I collapsed against my pillows, going over what had just happened in my mind.
I couldn't help the smile that stretched across my face. Maybe drunken me had done something right after all.
The end! Whoop! Sorry if I got a little off topic with this one, the idea just sort of spread. Drunk!John is definitely fun to write :) Quick reminder that I won't post new chapters if I don't get one-word prompts, so please send them in as well as reviews! Oh, and a huge thank-you to
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