306. hard words meme

[want_to_jog]

HARDEST WORDS TO SAY

Sometimes
the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't
matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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originally got a 9 lol xD rerolled 14 AAAANGST

[deducing_freak]

[Things had grown dull again. Their last case had been over a month ago and there really hadn't been much of anything going on since. The detective was just itching to get himself into something, anything, and the urge was simply unbearable. It didn't help that he'd been getting headaches recently and today was the worst by far. So he had slinked off upstairs to the bathroom some time ago to find some aspirin. Of course, aspirin was never quite strong enough for his tolerance levels, he'd have to go for a stronger painkiller. Vicodin worked. It was the only thing he found anyway, so why not. Of course the man obviously wasn't thinking clearly, taking more then the suggested amount. Sherlock had barely eaten in two days, not to mention his usual tolerance wasn't quite to par as he'd like to think it was. But at least the pain in his head had started to go away. He even had a nice little buzz going, not bad, this ought to make the day a little more interesting at least. That fuzzy light headed feeling had spread out to his limbs and

GOT IT. Also. Stop keeping me up so late. GEEZ.<3 But love the icon. Need more sexy icons myself.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John crumbles a bit more into that little kiss, another of his walls tumbling down. Its difficult to remain gruff and mad at Sherlock, even if he did something foolish and childish that very well could have had fatal consequences. He lets out something of a soft, almost whimpering sigh into the other man's lips, before just gazing back into those eyes. Reaching up, he placed his hands on either sides of Sherlock's face, bringing his forehead down to rest against his own for a moment.

But he's aware its rather cold, and he eventually moves to help his exhausted flatmate out of the shower, then snatching a towel to help him dry off first. He dried himself off as well, towel-drying his short hair only briefly, before slipping an arm around the other's waist to lead him back to their bedroom. ]

Come on. Let's get you into some warm pajamas.

I'm an insomniac lol so I can keep this up FOR DAYS. Plus I got plenty more sexiness to show you xD

[deducing_freak]

[The bed. Their bed. it was still warm from where they had been sitting all tangled up with one another. Sherlock was instantly drawn into those warm sheets, curling up onto the mattress with the towel still draped around his waist. He wouldn't let John go very far though, still holding onto the man's hand as he looked up at him pathetically before finally letting go so he could get clothes. In the mean time however, the dark haired man would pull the blankets up to wrap around himself before closing his eyes. Sleep was so tempting now that he was laying down and was still. He could still feel his heart beating rapidly but not nearly as painfully fast as it was before.]

DAMN YOU AND YOUR TEMPTING SEXINESS OF DOOM

[mightbeblogging]

[ John is reluctant to leave the pitiful Sherlock alone even for a moment, but he must, in order to retrieve clothes for them both. As for him, he merely pulls on his briefs, but he brings underwear, comfy cotton bottoms and a shirt for his sickly flatmate. He smiles ever-so-softly at the younger man, snuggled under the covers, and he hates to have to disturb him. ]

C'mon, Sherlock. Clothes, then bed, I promise.

[ The other will have to work with him just a little to get the clothes situated over that taller frame. Then, and only then, can he sink into the bed and under the covers with Sherlock, not about to leave him alone tonight. ]

MWAHAHAAAA!! *striiiiips*

[deducing_freak]

[At first there would be no response. Either he had already fallen asleep, or was simply being stubborn. As it turns out, it was the latter. Sherlock would begin to stir a bit before peeking up at John again. Obviously hesitant to leave the warmth of the blankets but he had gained some of his logical thinking back and knows that if he were actually clothed he'd be even more warm. So the detective sits himself up carefully, not wanting to stir up his head again and spark up that dizziness. The shirt was easy enough to get on over his head. Sherlock can't help but to smile a little bit as he looked down to john who was currently tugging the pajama bottoms up his legs. He reaches down to place his hands on either side of the gentle doctor's face, caressing his cheeks and pulling him upward into another little appreciative show of tenderness with a kiss.]

OH MY GOD. THAT ICON AGAIN. GAH. *dies. Again.*

[mightbeblogging]

[ John can't help but chuckle softly into that tender kiss, finishing pulling up Sherlock's pajama pants in the process. He returns the affection gently, briefly covering those larger hands with his own. Physical contact between them is, of course, nothing new, but after the ordeal he went through tonight, just these little touches of gratitude are enough to soften whatever will power he might have had left. His anger has melted away into a warm, contented feeling of relief. His detective is safe. He's still an idiot, just as much as he is brilliant, but he's alive. Stroking his thumb gently over the other's hand, he arched his brow pointedly. ]

Yes, alright. You really should get some rest now, Sherlock.

No matter. I shall simply have my way with your corpse.

[deducing_freak]

[He's content. Though that may be all due to the fact that the crash hasn't quite settled in, but his exhaustion was sign enough that it was soon to come. Sherlock wouldn't let go of his doctor's hand even when he slowly lowered himself back down into bed and only gazed up at John. That pesky headache that had been part of the reason for all this mess was starting to pick up again.]

...sleep with me.

[It was hard to tell if the man was either asking or telling, the inflection at the end of his words wasn't quite clear but Sherlock did tug on John's hand a bit.]

OM MY *fans self*

[mightbeblogging]

[ John just sighed quietly, his lips forming a crooked little smile. He had been going to sleep with Sherlock, anyway, whether he liked it or not. His voice is fondly dry. ]

As if I could possibly say no.

[ Leaning over to kiss Sherlock's forehead once more, he settled down beside him under those warm covers, and pulled the taller man closer to his bare chest. He was, after all, only wearing briefs, but his body heat, along with the blankets, would be enough to keep the other man warm. He wrapped his arms around the other's pale frame, one hand tangling gently into those dark curls, and his actions were as much for himself as they were Sherlock. He didn't want to let him go, for fear of losing him to another poor judgment call. ]

oh my indeed!

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock could easily fit in against him. John was just so very comfortable. It must have had something to do with their difference in size and how the detective could easy form against the doctor's curves. There was a soft abd relaxing sigh as the younger man curled up against him.]

It was an accident you know... [His voice was still quiet but it was obvious that he had a better grasp of things now.] ..had nothing to do with you.

You're getting me all hot and bothered!

[mightbeblogging]

[ John closed his eyes briefly when he heard Sherlock's words, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip absently. He stroked a hand through Sherlock's hair and then soothingly down his back. ]

I know, Sherlock, its alright... but it still affected me. I know you've... 'dabbled' in drugs before, I just rather hoped you wouldn't feel the need to do that now. You already put your life in danger enough as it is, with your job. I don't want to see you risk it over something you could have controlled.

:D mission accomplished

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock made a soft contented noise and opening his eyes some. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, just merely staring out at nothing with a half lidded gaze. The detective would wrap an around John, hugging on him with a bit of a squeeze. He may have just felt a pang of guilt just now. Either that, or the crash had already started. Despite how long they've been together it still didn't seem to completely set into Sherlock mind just how much he apparently mattered to John. Just this whole little stunt here had the man absolutely frantic and riddled with worry. He couldn't imagine what terror he could have caused him should something had gone wrong.]

I suppose I should tag some of our many other threads. >.>

[mightbeblogging]

[ Sherlock's briefly tightened embrace comforted John, and he held the other man to him. Right now, he was comfortable enough to sleep as well, but he wouldn't until he knew the detective was out first. He didn't want to have to worry about this stressful night again. Things would be better in the morning. ]

Go to sleep, love.

lol we have plenty to chose from xD

[deducing_freak]

[The detective would remain silent, only lifting his eyes up some to get a slight glimpse of John before closing his eyes again. Sherlock would tighten his arms around him once more as he shifted a little to get more comfortable with his head laid against the other's chest. Sherlock would follow his doctor's orders, letting his mind drift off while listening to the soft rhythm of John's heart beat against his ear. It took nearly no time at all before his hold weakened and the detective fell into a peaceful rest.]

We do! And I'm gonna use my pretty new icons for all the sexual moments! >D

[mightbeblogging]

[ The next morning comes soon enough for John, who slept through the nice warmly and peacefully. When he wakes up, its still probably too early, but he resists the urge to fall back to sleep. Right now, there's something much more pressing, and that's making sure his 'patient' is alright. Some shifting had happened in the night, although their limbs are still relatively tangled. Moving slowly, he turned his head to see if the other was awake. If he wasn't, John wasn't sure how eager he was to wake him since the detective hardly got enough sleep as it is. But he also wants to make sure the other is breathing, at the very least. ]

EEEE I don't think I've fangirled so hard at anything before lol omfg

[deducing_freak]

[Typically, whenever the detective would allow his body to get some overly deserved rest, it was only for a couple short hours. It was only when he fell asleep with John that he was actually capable to sleeping through an entire night. Though strangely enough as much as he despised sleep, he wasn't much of a morning person and would opt to continue resting. When the comfortable warm thing besides him had begun to stir and move about, Sherlock would blink his eyes open.] ...hmn?

xD You're so silly!

[mightbeblogging]

[ John is surprised that he has, indeed, woken first, and he feels a twinge of guilt at wakening Sherlock in the process. But, at the same time, he has to make sure the other is alright. It wasn't as if he was going to make the other man get out of bed any time soon, though. Gently brushing his fingers through the detective's unruly, bedridden curls, he searches those sleepy, bright eyes of his. ]

How are you feeling?