FILL: Sleeping Cats Lie; pre-John/SherlockkrystalicekitsuNovember 16 2011, 19:08:10 UTC
It's been a very long case.
John doesn't usually go this long without sleep (Afghanistan notwithstanding) and he isn't actually sure why he hasn't passed out ages ago, but he's up. He's up and staring around their decimated flat, where Sherlock used some godawful complicated experiment with endless yards of baling yarn, washers and Mrs. Hudson's hair iron to- well, John's not actually sure. He'll remember it later.
After he sleeps about a week.
But Sherlock's finally gotten his fill of deducing and is passed out on the sofa, still mostly clothed, face smushed into a pillow, mouth open and drooling slightly. One leg dangles off the couch in a way that would make John's knee kick up a fuss, but that Sherlock will hardly notice, John's sure. He'd managed to get his shoes off, and the one sock he can see is twisted sideways, the seams curling around the side of his foot. His scarf is scrunched up under his chin, brushing under an ear
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Re: FILL: Sleeping Cats Lie; pre-John/SherlockkrystalicekitsuNovember 19 2011, 22:46:34 UTC
:3 Thank you muchly! (We all know Sherlock would be an adorable little thing once he's finally asleep. I suspect it's one of the reasons John is so exasperatedly fond of him; he looks like a five year old when he's asleep and who can be irritate at that?)
Established, Pre-slash, Frienship. I don't care, I just need snoring fluff.
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John doesn't usually go this long without sleep (Afghanistan notwithstanding) and he isn't actually sure why he hasn't passed out ages ago, but he's up. He's up and staring around their decimated flat, where Sherlock used some godawful complicated experiment with endless yards of baling yarn, washers and Mrs. Hudson's hair iron to- well, John's not actually sure. He'll remember it later.
After he sleeps about a week.
But Sherlock's finally gotten his fill of deducing and is passed out on the sofa, still mostly clothed, face smushed into a pillow, mouth open and drooling slightly. One leg dangles off the couch in a way that would make John's knee kick up a fuss, but that Sherlock will hardly notice, John's sure. He'd managed to get his shoes off, and the one sock he can see is twisted sideways, the seams curling around the side of his foot. His scarf is scrunched up under his chin, brushing under an ear ( ... )
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(Well, Mycroft is a genius, after all. He probably has several scenarios in place to that effect.)
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