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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[mightbeblogging]

[ John pushes his lips together, gritting his teeth against a string of expletives that wouldn't do any good in their current situation. He's caught between wanting to punch the man and just wanting to cradle him to his chest until this all goes away. But he can do neither to the weakened detective, knowing they won't help him. He hates how small and helpless Sherlock suddenly appears, curled up like that. ]

I have some medication, Sherlock, its an... antidote, if you will. It will probably make you vomit, but if you've taken too much, I can't let your stomach absorb it, alright? Just... stay awake, please. I'll be right back.

[ Hard to stay strong when its not just another patient, but your best friend - hell, your lover whose very life could be in grave danger. He'd lost friends before, of course, in Afghanistan, and he'd be damned if he lost the most important person in his life. He hoped it wasn't that serious - Sherlock was still breathing, could talk a little - but he didn't want to take any chances. He returned a short moment

I DON'T THINK THE WORLD CAN HANDLE TWO OF US xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ John cringed when Sherlock threw himself against him like that, and it took all his strength not to turn right back around and carry the poor man to bed. But this was for his own good, and while it wouldn't exactly be pleasant, it also wouldn't kill him. Murmuring soothingly into his ear, he didn't release the detective but held him firmly under the chilly spray of water. ]

Its alright, Sherlock. I've got you. You're fine now. It will be over soon, I promise.

WELL IT BETTER LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT ಠ_ಠ

[deducing_freak]

It's... r-really cold..

[The man's voice was shaky and muffled as Sherlock was practically talking into John's hair. Though he was freezing, the fever he must have had was starting to dissipate slowly because there was some slightly instances of clarity here and there. Sherlock would shift a little bit and was actually laying little chaste kisses along his cheek and down his neck in a manner that wasn't so much sexual as it was purely out of thanks for simply being there.]

omfg. How did you make this face: ಠ_ಠ ?? xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ John closed his eyes at Sherlock's words, and sighed against the gentle little kisses. His hands smoothed down the detective's back as the cold water hit them both - and yes, it was cold even for the doctor's liking. But this was all for Sherlock. His voice is firmly quiet. ]

Don't ever do this to me again, alright? I'm serious, Sherlock. I can't... I can't take this again.

I'm MAGIC XD lol I got a whole little worddoc with faces I copy/paste

[deducing_freak]

[This body was shaking all over, but it really couldn't be helped. Sherlock's hold on him only tightened a bit more as he nuzzled against the other's neck and murmured into his ear softly.] ....how much longer..?

[The detective would reluctantly pull himself away, gazing down at this wonderfully patient man through the wet curls that hung over his face. His knees would give but not so much to really cause him to have to grab onto John in any desperate attempt to keep standing.] ..aren't you cold? You... you'll get sick..

xD I would have believed you were magic.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John's hold continues to be steady on the taller man. He hears Sherlock's words, and while they almost break him down, he's not taking any chances. Looking up into that gaze, he searches those pale eyes closely, noting that they already look a bit more alert than before. He reaches a hand up to push the wet curls out of that face, but more so he can feel the other's skin. Still warm, but not nearly as hot as before. A shower won't cure the man, of course, but its already brought the fever down substantially. His own smaller body relaxing a bit, knowing the worst is over, the doctor nods slightly, then reaches around Sherlock to shut the water off. ]

Alright. Let's get you dried off.

GOOD then I am magic. IGNORE EVERYTHING ELSE

[deducing_freak]

[There's a faint, yet still somewhat visible smile that manages to make itself known by curling the corner of his lips. When John moves forward to reach around in order to shut off the water, he only leans in and weakly tilts John's chin upward to take the doctor's lips with his for a short moment as his hands held onto his doctor's shoulders.]

John... [His voice is light and the look to his eyes is that of sheer exhaustion as Sherlock runs a hand through the wet blond hair.]

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.