Over the course of the next few days, John starting noticing things about Sherlock that he loved. And he hated that he loved these things. Like the way his long, slender legs would stretch out under his desk, when he was bored. Or the way his wonderful dark curls fell in his face when he leaned over a book. The way his sleepy eyes looked up at John through those long, dark eyelashes.

John rubbed his face furiously, as though this would relieve him of these thoughts. He flopped sideways, onto his bed and sighed loudly. Where is Sherlock, anyway? He wondered. He was always getting up and leaving suddenly. Maybe he's eating? John shuddered at that thought and rolled over onto his back. I really wish he would get back already, john thought miserably. He threw his arm over his eyes and groaned for thinking such a thing.

Suddenly, as though hearing John's silent wish, Sherlock burst through the door. This startled John badly and he sat bolt upright. He relaxed at the sight of his roommate, who was trying to conceal the excitement on his face. He slammed their door shut and bounded (yes, bounded) toward John. John couldn't help the big, stupid smile that lit up his face, when he saw how excited Sherlock was.

"John, John!" Sherlock knelt by his bed, opening the bag he had with him, "Close your eyes, John!"

John swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat facing Sherlock. He raised an eyebrow at the kneeling vampire and then closed his eyes. He heard some rustling and the sound of Sherlock settling on the floor. What in the world is he doing? John's curiosity spiked higher than it had in years.

"Ok, open, open!" Sherlock said, his voice filled joy and excitement.

John slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Sherlock. What he saw was the funniest and the hottest thing he had ever seen. Sherlock was on all fours in front of him and…

"A-are those d-doggy e-ears?" John could barely contain the laughter bubbling up inside him.

"Do you like them?" Sherlock smirked, "I've got a tail too."

He then wiggled his butt, showing off the dog tail attached to his jeans. John sucked in a breath. Oh god, that is the hottest thing ever….He shook his head and laughed as Sherlock "wagged his tail" for his benefit. Seeing graceful, sophisticated, beautiful Sherlock, down on the ground dressed as a dog, was enough to send anyone into a laughing fit. John clutched his stomach as the laughter belted out of him. Sure, he had a boner, but that didn't stop him from laughing his ass off at Sherlock reduced to such a silly thing. Sherlock grinned up at him, the dog ears hanging in his forehead.

"Sh-sherlock!" John giggled, "Y-you a-are so c-crazy!"

At this precise moment Sherlock barked. He barked. As in "woof, woof". John was so startled he stopped laughing to stare at Sherlock, who cocked his head and let his tongue hang out. Oh my lord was the only thought John could manage. John's heart was suddenly thumping against his ribs and there was a painful heat between his legs. He giggled again, suddenly feeling light-headed. Then something happened that neither was prepared for. John leaned forward and petted Sherlock on the head. He giggled and laid his head on his own knee, looking at Sherlock, who was so shocked he forgot what he was doing. John felt loopy and dizzy, as he giggled at Sherlock. Sherlock suddenly snapped back to reality and continued his dog act. He loves, he loves it! Sherlock thought, excitedly. He let his tongue fall out and he panted heavily, trying to make John as happy as possible. He nudged John's hand with his head and looked up at him, hopefully. John giggled and petted Sherlock's head again, this time much longer than last time.

"Y-you're a g-g-good d-doggy, Sh-sherlock," John giggled.

Sherlock had heat rise between his legs at John's petting. Whoa, stop it! This is for John you stupid body! Goddamn transport! He thought angrily, but he kept up the act, now pawing at John's leg. John laughed and lifted his head, patting the space next to him on the bed. Sherlock obliged immediately, jumping onto the bed and nuzzling John's side. He hesitated slightly, before laying his head in John's lap. John grinned widely at him and stoked his hair. Sherlock practically purred at the attention being given, but he remembered he was a dog, not a cat. He snuggled into John, who laughed softly and continued stroking his hair.

"Y-you d-did this j-just f-for m-me," John whispered, "D-didn't y-you?"

Sherlock looked up at John, blushing slightly and nodded. John's heart started thumping in that painful way again and he just smiled down at Sherlock, who smiled back. Unfortunately, the lovely moment was ruined by John yawning widely. Sherlock shifted off of his lap much to his displeasure.

"I-it's o-ok," John blushed, "I-I'm just a b-bit t-tired."

Sherlock prodded him, gesturing for him to lie down. John obeyed Sherlock's silent command, without hesitation. After he was lying on his side, Sherlock crawled up next to him, pressing himself close, to warm John's body. John blushed and put an arm around Sherlock. He closed his eyes and snuggled into Sherlock's surprisingly warm body. I hope he doesn't feel that….uh….john blushed harder and shifted his leg, to cover the slight erection. He then relaxed and started drifting into sleep.

"Don't leave," John whispered, barely conscience, "Stay until morning."

And with that, he fell into a deep sleep, leaving Sherlock to stare at him in bewilderment. He wants me to stay? Until morning…he said that, didn't he? Sherlock's heart started thumping awkwardly against his chest. It was painful and he repeatedly told it to shut up, but it didn't, not as long as he stared at John's sleeping face.