yes i'm stalking you in traditional sherlock fashion :DshutupimageniusMarch 1 2013, 21:41:47 UTC
As much as the two of them had argued over it earlier, Sherlock did, in fact, need to sleep at some point, his own body betraying him as exhaustion hit him very suddenly. It must have been the dull crime drama John had on telly, Sherlock having easily figured out every twist and turn of the plot within five minutes and left with nothing to do as John insisted on finishing it.
His eyelids got heavier and heavier, finally falling closed as his body slumped sideways to come to rest against John's arm. He sighed gently in sleep, succumbing to his body's inherent need for rest, much to his chagrin.
consider me delighted!crimebloggerMarch 1 2013, 22:02:01 UTC
John's eyes were fixed on the telly, for once being able to entirely enjoy an episode, not knowing what was going to happen forty minutes in advance, when he suddenly felt Sherlock leaning in heavily against his side. Ready to hush him up before he spoiled the ending, John turned his head, and closed his mouth again when he was presented with the - shockingly adorable - sight of one sleeping consulting detective.
Smiling faintly, John carefully reached out a hand for the remote, and turned off the television. Much as he had been enjoying the episode, the choice was easy: he wanted to watch Sherlock sleep, instead. Moments like these were rare, where Sherlock looked so... human. Vulnerable? Not entirely that, but something akin to it, the lines of his sharp features softened.
With his cheek resting on John's shoulder, Sherlock went boneless against him as he fell asleep. He hummed softly in sleep when John turned off the telly, shifting a bit to slip down and end up sprawled over the sofa with his head resting in John's lap.
"It was the brother..." he murmured the logical end of the program tiredly, going quiet after a moment as he fell asleep again.
A there they were, in the large living room of Cooper Anders massive home in California, sprawled out on the overly expensive couch, as the watched a thrilling new release movie...ok maybe not...would Finding Nemo count? About half way through, when Dory and Mrlin were bouncing along Jelly fish, Sebastian had drifted off, with his head resting in Blaine's lap. The California sun zapping all his energy during his runs along the beach in the middle of the day. So there Blaine is...trapped with a sleeping Sebastian, who is drooling a little bit in his sleep.
Blaine's face is as lit up as a five year old as he watched, no matter how many times he had seen this movie he always laughed, it was one of his favorites. He ran his hand along Sebastian's back, rubbing it soothingly as they watched, the popcorn bucket discarded to the side, empty but for the old maids, reaching for his Coke, but coming up a little short. He looked down, realizing Sebastian hadn't moved on his lap because he was sound asleep. Blaine smiled in amusement, also realizing his leg is getting wet with saliva. Cute. Or only cute because he was in love, otherwise it would be gross. He tried to ease him over a little, reaching for his glass with his fingertips.
Good luck with that Blaine. Sebastian's face crinkled in unpleasentness as his head was jostled a bit in Blaine's attempt to quench his thirst. He didn't wake, but he did shift a bit, turning over so now he was facing Blaine, away from the TV, finding the soft cotton of Blaine's shorts more comfortable than his bare leg, He yawns in his sleep and nuzzles down a bit,it was rather adorable really, but he would be so embarrassed if he knew what he was doing.
Movie nights have become something of a Thing, and this isn't the first one that's ended in Ava sprawled across him on the couch. She doesn't sleep well or for more than a couple of hours at a stretch, as a rule, unless she's sick or otherwise laid up--
Or there's a movie marathon on in Neverland.
Tonight it's all about action and explosions. She might be the only person on the planet who can sleep through all that racket on a big screen TV. But Josh is very solid and very warm, and she's... not inclined to move anytime soon.
Josh is fairly well used to ending up as someone's mattress on movie nights, it's not like most people are up for him sprawling on them, after all. Though with Dwayne around that's not always the case anymore. Still, tonight he ended up curled in one corner of the couch with Ava draped across him, and by the time the movie ended she was out cold and he was too tired and comfortable to care about waking her up.
So there they stayed as everyone else wandered off to bed, and not long after the room went dark and quiet he closed his own eyes and drifted off as well.
She's not a restless sleeper by nature; once she finds a position she's comfortable in, she usually stays there. But her dreams are filled with explosions and the room's cold. She shifts, tucking her hands under his shirt to keep her fingers from freezing, and burrows her bare feet between the couch cushions and the back.
All that shifting can't be good for her 'mattress'. Sorry, Josh.
Clara is really only human, and after a long day, even she's tuckered out. Always full of enthusiasm, she uses quite a bit of energy simply existing through the day. It's no wonder she's taken to leaning on his shoulder while she tries a catnap.
Sometimes the Doctor is rather amazed that humans can keep up with him, but it's always a delight when he finds ones who can. He had been telling her a story about Charles Dickens and ghosts when she fell asleep and he hadn't wanted to move. So, he settled in with a book to read while she slept.
It's not to say his story was uninteresting. Any tale worth being told by the doctor is a treasure to hold onto. But then, everything about the Doctor is interesting. It's hard to want to take a break, but alas, such things are necessary.
She murmurs softly in her sleep, something on soufflés and silly ghosts. It's just a dream, but a good one if her tone is anything to go by. Silence follows, but Clara's hands move, straightening her skirt before relaxing once again in a folded tangle in her lap.
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His eyelids got heavier and heavier, finally falling closed as his body slumped sideways to come to rest against John's arm. He sighed gently in sleep, succumbing to his body's inherent need for rest, much to his chagrin.
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Smiling faintly, John carefully reached out a hand for the remote, and turned off the television. Much as he had been enjoying the episode, the choice was easy: he wanted to watch Sherlock sleep, instead. Moments like these were rare, where Sherlock looked so... human. Vulnerable? Not entirely that, but something akin to it, the lines of his sharp features softened.
Now, what other sight could possibly beat that?
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"It was the brother..." he murmured the logical end of the program tiredly, going quiet after a moment as he fell asleep again.
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Or there's a movie marathon on in Neverland.
Tonight it's all about action and explosions. She might be the only person on the planet who can sleep through all that racket on a big screen TV. But Josh is very solid and very warm, and she's... not inclined to move anytime soon.
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So there they stayed as everyone else wandered off to bed, and not long after the room went dark and quiet he closed his own eyes and drifted off as well.
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All that shifting can't be good for her 'mattress'. Sorry, Josh.
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She murmurs softly in her sleep, something on soufflés and silly ghosts. It's just a dream, but a good one if her tone is anything to go by. Silence follows, but Clara's hands move, straightening her skirt before relaxing once again in a folded tangle in her lap.
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