Warmth
Title: Warmth
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Summary: Watson awakes in endless warmth. (July Amnesty Prompt 06)
WordCount: 425
Prompt: Amnesty 05 ~~~ Gratuitous and shameless H/C/Schmoop. Cosy firelight, fuzzy slippers, hot tea, fleecy blankets, small gestures, kittens and unicorns, whatever brings out the schmooper in you.
Author's Note:I hope this is schmoopy enough for you. :) *sigh* Now I want to cuddle my kittens... Or plot bunnies, whatever I am able to catch. *gets her bait, net and traps* Hmm, weird, where are they? *does not see the small shaking and hiding shadows beneath her furniture*
Btw, this takes place after --- ehm, what have I posted so far ... --- Buried Alive. I can't wait for my chronological Master Post. ._.
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The first thing Watson is aware of is warmth.
He can feel the warmth of a fire nearby, but there is another warmth enveloping him, which feels somehow … alive.
A moment later he recognizes the crackling of the fire, but right beneath his ear is another sound which he can not name.
He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes slowly. Shadows dance over the ceiling of the living room of their country house and through the window he is able to see fresh snow drifting by.
He blinks and tries to look around; Holmes can not be far. He never is when Watson is injured.
“Watson?”
Surprised Watson leans his head back slightly and looks up into Holmes’ face over his head. With a jolt Watson realizes that he lies on the ground in front of the cosy fire in the living room, his back against Holmes’ chest and his head is tucked beneath Holmes’ chin.
They are both covered by several fleecy blankets and Holmes’ arms envelop him in a warm hug.
And the sound beneath his ear is the pounding of Holmes’ heart.
“Holmes?” asks Watson bemused and Holmes smiles tiredly.
“You were so very cold after I got you out of the cave. Neither of our rooms was warm enough, thus I bedded you in front of the fire.
It took hours to get you warm again. I held you all this time as you were still freezing even with the fire right at your side. I feared that it would not be enough.”
“I am sorry,” Watson murmurs and Holmes chuckles a bit. “Whatever for, my friend? Everything’s my fault. Matthews attacked you because of me and I betrayed you to hunt him myself, which brought you in even greater danger.
And I almost lost you because of my stupidity.”
Holmes closes his eyes and lowers his head until their foreheads touch. “I am not worthy to even beg for your forgiveness, Watson. But I am so thankful that you survived.
I would have not been able to continue without you, my Boswell.”
Watson smiles tiredly and lifts one hand to cup Holmes’ neck. “It was not your fault. You made your decision and I made mine. You know that it would have been the same if our roles had been reversed.”
Holmes nods against his brow and silence fills the house as they both share the warmth.
The warmth of the fire and the warmth of their embrace.
And the greatest of all - the warmth of love.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: G
Characters: Watson, Holmes
Summary: Watson awakes in endless warmth. (July Amnesty Prompt 06)
WordCount: 425
Prompt: Amnesty 05 ~~~ Gratuitous and shameless H/C/Schmoop. Cosy firelight, fuzzy slippers, hot tea, fleecy blankets, small gestures, kittens and unicorns, whatever brings out the schmooper in you.
Author's Note:I hope this is schmoopy enough for you. :) *sigh* Now I want to cuddle my kittens... Or plot bunnies, whatever I am able to catch. *gets her bait, net and traps* Hmm, weird, where are they? *does not see the small shaking and hiding shadows beneath her furniture*
Btw, this takes place after --- ehm, what have I posted so far ... --- Buried Alive. I can't wait for my chronological Master Post. ._.
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The first thing Watson is aware of is warmth.
He can feel the warmth of a fire nearby, but there is another warmth enveloping him, which feels somehow … alive.
A moment later he recognizes the crackling of the fire, but right beneath his ear is another sound which he can not name.
He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes slowly. Shadows dance over the ceiling of the living room of their country house and through the window he is able to see fresh snow drifting by.
He blinks and tries to look around; Holmes can not be far. He never is when Watson is injured.
“Watson?”
Surprised Watson leans his head back slightly and looks up into Holmes’ face over his head. With a jolt Watson realizes that he lies on the ground in front of the cosy fire in the living room, his back against Holmes’ chest and his head is tucked beneath Holmes’ chin.
They are both covered by several fleecy blankets and Holmes’ arms envelop him in a warm hug.
And the sound beneath his ear is the pounding of Holmes’ heart.
“Holmes?” asks Watson bemused and Holmes smiles tiredly.
“You were so very cold after I got you out of the cave. Neither of our rooms was warm enough, thus I bedded you in front of the fire.
It took hours to get you warm again. I held you all this time as you were still freezing even with the fire right at your side. I feared that it would not be enough.”
“I am sorry,” Watson murmurs and Holmes chuckles a bit. “Whatever for, my friend? Everything’s my fault. Matthews attacked you because of me and I betrayed you to hunt him myself, which brought you in even greater danger.
And I almost lost you because of my stupidity.”
Holmes closes his eyes and lowers his head until their foreheads touch. “I am not worthy to even beg for your forgiveness, Watson. But I am so thankful that you survived.
I would have not been able to continue without you, my Boswell.”
Watson smiles tiredly and lifts one hand to cup Holmes’ neck. “It was not your fault. You made your decision and I made mine. You know that it would have been the same if our roles had been reversed.”
Holmes nods against his brow and silence fills the house as they both share the warmth.
The warmth of the fire and the warmth of their embrace.
And the greatest of all - the warmth of love.