Not really inspired by anything, safe for the beautiful Sherlock and John fanart that shows up on my Tumblr dash now and then. Mostly, however, written for Sue over at AO3. Not much of a balance, but I work on getting there ;)
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"Sherlock?"
"Yes, John?"
"What are you doing?" A sigh, one of the please don't tell me you're not recognizing the obvious variety.
"Going to bed. I'm tired."
"Yes, but... why-"
"You're always nagging me to sleep more."
"True-" Voice and word laced with protest.
"Have you suddenly changed your mind?"
"No, but-" Still dumbfounded.
"The why are you inquiring my actions?"
"Because it is my bed." A pause.
"You never clarified where you expected me to sleep."
"Well, in your bed, obviously."
"It's occupied. And yours is big enough for both of us." The long legs tangling with shorter ones, the lean body pressed against a slightly rounder one, a face buried in another's neck, and one bed occupant's hands flattening on the chest of the other original owner's proved that not even the narrowest single bed would have been too small.
"But-!" A kiss on a shoulder - with silencing effect.
"Sleep, John."
And he did.
FIN
