Warmth. Comfort. Safety. I was floating in the darkness, but I wasn't afraid. For the first time in days, I was not afraid of the dark. I could hear voices, but they didn't frighten me either, they soothed me, made me feel wanted and safe. I turned my head into the warm comfort against my cheek, sighing a little. I didn't want to wake up, I knew I was starting to though. But the warmth and the feeling of safety didn't leave. I did notice several things, the warmth of two bodies radiating toward me, a hand on my calf, fingers curling around my shin a little. There was another set of hands, on my shoulder at first, then brushing through my hair.

"Sofia?"

There was that voice again. One of them. Soft, smooth, velvety and intoxicating, like chocolate. I smiled slightly at my overly sentimental train of thought, yawning a little as I started to wake up more. I knew where I was, on the couch with Sherlock and John, but how long had I been asleep?

"Sofia."

With a groan, I rolled onto my back, opening my eyes reluctantly to look up at the mop of curly black hair and the shockingly green eyes. "Mmm?" I knew it was highly articulate and yet I couldn't make myself give any more of an answer.

"You take an inordinately long time to wake up." Sherlock sounded as if he disapproved, but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment.

"Sherlock." A single word, a warning to be nice. That was the dear doctor, and my eyes shifted down to him with another little smile, his hands resting on my shins now, and I wiggled my toes a bit.

"I was comfortable.." I found myself saying, and sounding far too petulant for my liking. "I didn't want to wake up." I added after a moment, looking between the two for a few moments, yawning and stretching a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep though.. you two must want to get to bed.." I was becoming a little self-conscious, realizing how I was spread out over the two men, and blushing a little, avoiding either of their eyes now.

"Mmm. John was considering it, but I don't sleep much." Sherlock said in his usual honest manner. "However, I had a proposition, which John disapproves of, but I wished to ask you anyway." A single glance at John made it clear the older man definitely did /not/ approve of whatever Sherlock was going to ask me, but he clearly didn't want to start an argument in front of me.

"You have nightmares. So does John though he wouldn't want to admit it. I have observed that you seem to sleep more easily in John and I's presence, however." Sherlock started to lay out the facts, and I glanced at John before I turned my attention back to the man above me, eyes wandering a little to take in his curly, unkempt hair, watching his lips move as he spoke.

"My proposition is that we all share a bed. My bed, specifically, since John's is far too small to fit the three of us. I suggest nothing more than sleeping. Neither am I trying to force you into.. cuddling." Sherlock almost made that sound distasteful.

I was still sleepy enough to giggle a little, glancing at the concerned face of the doctor. "My dear Mr. Holmes.. right now? Could be considered cuddling." I noted with a shake of my head, before I looked at John. "What.. is your opinion, Doctor?" I had to ask softly.

John sighed and ran a hand through his hair, not realizing his other was still resting on my shins, naturally. "Sherlock is right, I do have nightmares, about the war. Not as much as I used to, but sharing a bed with someone familiar can help to keep them at bay. You do seem to sleep better on the couch or somewhere where you can either hear Sherlock and I in your sleep, or physically feel our presence." he squeezed my leg here, showing that yes, perhaps he did know where his hands were. "I hate to inflate his ego anymore, but Sherlock might be right. It might work, and be better for you until you're more.. secure." he said thoughtfully, then he adds, "But I tend to be a bit of a cuddler if there's someone else in bed with me, so you should be aware of that as well. And we're just suggesting sleeping, nothing more." John made sure to pound that home..

I looked between them for a few moments, glancing up at Sherlock, who looked so open, honest, and a little vulnerable. "I.. I don't know if I'm a cuddler, or if I sprawl when I sleep, or anything.." I admitted as I looked between the two. "But it.. sounds nice. I don't.. I don't like waking up alone.. It scares me, reminds me of.."I had to close my eyes, lifting my hands to put them over my face and hiding a little.

John rubbed my legs a little with his hand, soothing, while Sherlock wasn't exactly sure where was safe to touch, so he seemed to settle on stroking my hair back from my face. "It's settled, then. We'll try it tonight. Go get changed, Sofia, John and I are already dressed for bed." He said simply, tugging my hands down from my face by the wrists.

I avoided looking at either of them, carefully sitting up and then standing, stretching a little before I turned to retrieve my sleep clothes from the bag I had left them in. I heard Sherlock sigh behind me. "My room, bottom right hand drawer, there should be some shirts suitable for you to use as sleepwear until we can get you clothes." His voice was frustrated, as if he was expecting me to just go snooping around in his room looking for something to wear.

I blushed, but didn't look at them, just nodding before going to find the shirt, folding the day's clothes on a chair. Luckily because of Sherlock's tall, lanky frame, the shirt almost went down to my knees, and I was comforted, surrounding by his smell. I stepped back out into the main room slowly. "A-alright.." I began, not sure what else to say, so I turned and walked back into the bedroom, slipping into the bed in the middle, pulling the covers up so neither of them would see me. There was some activity in the main room, the clearing of dishes and the lights going out, TV going off, before the boys came into the room.

"I'll take nearest the door." John said immediately, which earned him a smile from Sherlock.

"Ever the soldier John, protecting us from potential threats." The detective teased his blogger, removing his dressing gown before he moved to the far side of the bed to slip under the covers. "Fair warning, my feet and hands tend to be a bit cold." He said to me as he got comfortable.

True to his word, the bed was big enough for the three of us, John slipping out of his robe last, seeming more uncertain than Sherlock, but he turned out the light and slipped under the covers. "I've already warned you I tend to be a bit of a cuddlebug." He said as he turned his head toward me.

I nodded to them both. "I understand." I smiled a little, not sure what else to do or which way to turn. If I faced Sherlock, I didn't want John to get the wrong idea, and wouldn't it be better if he started cuddling up to my back? No, no, I quickly realized that would make it easier for him to grab... right. No. Shifting, I turned, the warmth from both men making me sleepy as I stretched out on my stomach, turned a bit more in John's direction. "Goodnight, Sherlock.. Goodnight, John.. thank you..." I said sleepily with a little smile, rubbing my cheek against the pillow before drifting off to a stereo of 'Goodnight'.

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A/N Oh, the fluff! So they've taken the first step… cuddles! Thanks to everyone who's made it this far, reviews are welcome! I promise, a bit more fluff, then some more plot. I sort of lost it for a few chapters, but it's coming back!