Why hello my dear dedicated readers. I am pausing this fic for a little bit while I gather myself for the start of school. Blech.
I promise that it will be exactly one week long, and the chapters following that will be twice as long as before. Pinky swear.
So sorry about that, but here is like, the first bit of the next chapter:
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The silence that ensued scared me in an indescribable way. Perhaps Mycroft erased Sherlock's feeling when he erased his memory, and his drug-induced loopiness was merrily a shadow of his former affections.
But before my melancholic thought processes got any further, I heard a rustling of fabric, and whispery breaths against the back of my neck.
"Sherlock," I sighed, fighting the urge to turn around and face him.
"John," He murmured, even quieter.
I felt the pressure of my friends gangly appendages against my back, as if seeking permission.
I give up, I thought in defeat, twisting my body around to lay on my side. Sherlock stared back at me with comically large eyes. We were so close the tip of his nose brushed against mine.
I reached a tentative arm out and let it rest atop the curve of his waist, holding his there for a few seconds before letting it slide down to the small of his back.
Sherlock started slightly at the touch, but relaxed and curled his own hand around my bicep.
He glanced self-consciously down his nose. I pulled him closer so that we were practically breathing the same air. Sherlock leaned his forehead against mine and slid his hand up to rest at the nape of my neck, running his spidery fingers over the skin.
Some alien creature outside made a low humming noise.
I fell asleep to the sound of the creature and the rhythm of Sherlock's breath.