Double Drabble: Benzodiazepine (Sherlock-BBC, R, Sherlock/John)
Sherlock ran his fingers through John's blond hair, eyes narrowing to take in the minute shift of his flatmate's head nestling into the palm of his hand. Heard the little choked off whine of confusion as eyelashes fluttered against thin skin. Attracted to the radiating warmth of his palm, no doubt.
"You brought this on yourself, you know," he murmurs under his breath while sliding into the bed with the prepared syringe, knowing that even though John can hear him, the doctor isn't up to the task of processing it. Hasn't really been up to that task for days. "Giving me glimpses of this every time you fell asleep during the work. So soft and vulnerable, but only in this state of consciousness. If only you weren't so guarded when you're awake, I wouldn't have to keep you under."
Shivering, naked flesh under his bare chest as he sprawls on top, tented in by the long folds of his draping dressing gown. He gives a chaste peck on warm chapped lips to the high sound of whimpering distress.
Sherlock feels a lazy, indulgent smile twist his lips as he slides the needle home. "Sleep, John. I'll take care of everything."
"You brought this on yourself, you know," he murmurs under his breath while sliding into the bed with the prepared syringe, knowing that even though John can hear him, the doctor isn't up to the task of processing it. Hasn't really been up to that task for days. "Giving me glimpses of this every time you fell asleep during the work. So soft and vulnerable, but only in this state of consciousness. If only you weren't so guarded when you're awake, I wouldn't have to keep you under."
Shivering, naked flesh under his bare chest as he sprawls on top, tented in by the long folds of his draping dressing gown. He gives a chaste peck on warm chapped lips to the high sound of whimpering distress.
Sherlock feels a lazy, indulgent smile twist his lips as he slides the needle home. "Sleep, John. I'll take care of everything."