John did feel guilty of how rude he was to Sherlock he just couldn't tell him what was going on, it would have been to much for him and it would have probably make him angry. John turned off the light and hobbled to his bed slid under the covers and feel asleep where nightmares awaited him.
Sherlock played soft violin music all night long yet he could still hear John having fits in his sleep. Sherlock set down the violin and like a church mouse and slowly open John's door and he stood there in the doorway. John slowly began to stop fidgeting and went to sleep peacefully. Sherlock went and sat at the foot of John's bed and memorized every freckle on John's face he was truly perfect when sleeping. He had been there for hours sitting watching memorizing when the sun began coming up. John began to stir awakening and Sherlock dashed out of the room flying down the stairs. Running into the kitchen he made himself and John a cup of tea. John came down the stairs around the corner into the kitchen Sherlock stopped him.
"John. I'm sorry," He shoved the cup of tea out at John.
"Yeah, whatever Sherlock," He took the cup and sat in the living room to read the paper when he got a text.
When do I get a text from someone other than Sherlock
He checked his phone to find a text from Molly.
We're having a party and the pub a small celebration for my birthday, I would really like you and Sherlock to be there. 6pm
"Sherlock?" John called out to him.
"Yes John?" He answered.
"Molly is having a party at the pub tonight for her birthday, she would really like us to come," John slowly began standing up finding Sherlock staring down his microscope in the kitchen.
"I guess that would be fine, When?" Sherlock not even glancing in John's way
"6pm," John hobbled through the kitchen. "I'm taking a shower," He shouted behind him at Sherlock.
"Mhm," He murmured in response.
They were greeted with friendly smiles from Molly and and her friends. John and Sherlock sat down at the bar.
"I'll take the strongest thing you got," Sherlock ordered.
"Sherlock, what are you doing you don't drink," John spoke shocked.
"I'm bored," He whispered.
"And for you?" Asked the bartender when he returned with Sherlock's drink.
"Uhhh. Give me whatever you gave him I guess,"
Soon thereafter John and Sherlock were laughing with everybody else for Molly.
"Sherlock we should go home," John whispered in Sherlock's ear his words very slurred. Sherlock was already a bumbling mess so he really couldn't say no they quickly said there goodbyes and hailed a cab home. The drive home had sobered Sherlock up a bit but not much upon arrival John and him scrambled up the stairs and into the living room.
"Hey John?" Sherlock spoke words slurred.
"Yea..!" Sherlock grabbed ahold of John's face bringing it towards his own kissing it forcefully. John's hands wrapped around Sherlock's waist pulling him closer his hand exploring ever crevasse of Sherlock's slim back. Sherlock began guiding him to his room once there the kiss finally broke with Sherlock slamming the door close. Slowly Sherlock began undoing the buttons on his purple shirt, John's favorite shirt. John followed by removing his jumper once Sherlock had removed his shirt he flung himself at John holding the army doctor close. John began kissing and biting Sherlock's neck a moaning growl coming out from deep in Sherlock's throat. The rest of the close flung off soon after leaving Sherlock on his bed leaning over his flat mate kissing every part of his back.
