Sherlock Fanfic: Warmth
Title: Warmth
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC 2010)
Rating/Warnings/Disclaimer: Gen, G. Fluff. Not mine.
Word Count: 200
Summary: Because everyone could use more cuddling.
Translation available - Chinese, translated by xmooncake
When he's chasing the edge of exhaustion, Sherlock becomes John-tropic. Wherever John is in the flat, Sherlock follows, like a cat left alone all day. John goes to make tea, and Sherlock will lean against the kitchen doorframe with a sigh. John sits in his chair and Sherlock will sit in the chair opposite, huffing a little and nudging John's feet with his ridiculous long toes. Only when John sits on the sofa does Sherlock settle. He curls up, his head drifting to John's shoulder as though magnetised, arms wrapping around his flatmate.
The first time it happened, John had been startled and wondered.
"I'm not-"
"I know."
"This isn't...?"
"Not in the least."
"...why?"
"You're warm."
"Oh. ...Fine then."
Since then, it's just something they do. John thinks it's an artifact of the child Sherlock must have incomprehensibly been at one point, that when he's truly tired he snuggles. Given how little Sherlock sleeps, John finds it reassuring and encourages it, sitting on the sofa at the end of a long case, resisting the urge to pat the cushion beside him.
And if sometimes John's head drifts over to rest his cheek on Sherlock's dozy head, that's fine too.
- - -
(that's all.)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC 2010)
Rating/Warnings/Disclaimer: Gen, G. Fluff. Not mine.
Word Count: 200
Summary: Because everyone could use more cuddling.
Translation available - Chinese, translated by xmooncake
When he's chasing the edge of exhaustion, Sherlock becomes John-tropic. Wherever John is in the flat, Sherlock follows, like a cat left alone all day. John goes to make tea, and Sherlock will lean against the kitchen doorframe with a sigh. John sits in his chair and Sherlock will sit in the chair opposite, huffing a little and nudging John's feet with his ridiculous long toes. Only when John sits on the sofa does Sherlock settle. He curls up, his head drifting to John's shoulder as though magnetised, arms wrapping around his flatmate.
The first time it happened, John had been startled and wondered.
"I'm not-"
"I know."
"This isn't...?"
"Not in the least."
"...why?"
"You're warm."
"Oh. ...Fine then."
Since then, it's just something they do. John thinks it's an artifact of the child Sherlock must have incomprehensibly been at one point, that when he's truly tired he snuggles. Given how little Sherlock sleeps, John finds it reassuring and encourages it, sitting on the sofa at the end of a long case, resisting the urge to pat the cushion beside him.
And if sometimes John's head drifts over to rest his cheek on Sherlock's dozy head, that's fine too.
- - -
(that's all.)