Okay! Chapter Two! YaY!
I didn't know quite how to end this chapter but i hope it's okay =]
As before, please let me know of any mistakes, much appreciated!
P.s please remember that this is not in any which way kinky, okay? It's all explained in the upcoming chapters!
Chapter Two - Awkward!
John woke slowly and peacefully the next morning. 'Hmmm… This is different.' He thought, opening his eyes a crack expecting the usual blinding morning light from the window to the left of his bed, only to find that he still couldn't see.
'Huh?' There was something blocking this light. 'Not the duvet, that's tangled around my feet near the bottom of my bed. So what is it?'
John reached up to move whatever it was that was blocking his sight but he couldn't, it was too heavy, and it was warm.
"Wha…!" He jolted back and fell off the side of the bed with a bump, realising that it was in fact Sherlock that he was snuggled into.
"Owww…." He moaned, almost like a child. Hmm, he didn't like that!
"Oh good, you're awake." Sherlock stated airily, nothing was amiss in his world, it seamed.
"Uh… Yeah… Um, w-what are you doing in my bed?" John stuttered, something he abhorred but couldn't stop when frustrated all the same. He was still sprawled on the floor where he had fallen, he noticed, but made no move to get up. Sherlock considered how he should reply. "You, were having another nightmare… I heard you shouting…" He faltered 'Come on brain! You're so good at other times, then work now!' "Um…" He said, realising he had stopped in his answer to John to have the mini fight with his brain to try and get it to do what he wanted, mainly give a good explanation to his flat-mate. "Er, So I came and… Comforted… you." He finally finished. Sherlock thought again, this time showing some hint of it on his face. "That is what people do isn't it? It did seam to work…" He said, almost to himself.
John started to get up off the cold hard floorboards of his bedroom. "Uh… yes, I suppose they do." He made to leave to have a shower and get dressed but couldn't help but hear the just audible wince Sherlock made as he got up from John's bed. 'He must have been there all night.' John noted. Sherlock really had been training him well. 'He'd be proud, in his own arrogant, pompous way.'
John closed the bathroom door behind him, he was utterly perplexed as to why Sherlock was in his bed, obviously most of the night, not moving till John woke and fell off his bed.
John had his shower, wrapped a towel round his waist and, whilst still rubbing ferociously at his damp hair with a smaller towel, meandered across the landing to his bedroom to get dressed.
Sherlock was still on John's bed when he got there, he appeared to be thinking, on what exactly John could only guess.
"Sherlock, can I get dressed please?" He didn't answer, still in thought.
"Sherlock?" John asked impatiently. Was Sherlock playing with him? Ignoring him? John put one of his hands on his hip, the other subconsciously holding the towel around his waist, and waited for Sherlock's reply.
Sherlock sat on John's bed a while longer, thinking on what to do, he had meant to get up long before John had woken, to avoid such embarrassment, yes, even Sherlock knew how this situation could be embarrassing. But he couldn't work it out, was John angry? No, he didn't seem to be, just confused.
Sherlock was sure that he had successfully masked his shock and anger, at himself, from John when he had woken to find himself still in John's bed and worst of all, with John awake!
He must have been thinking like this for some time because he suddenly realised that John was standing in front of him, asking him something, in fact.
'Oh heck! What's he going to say? What am I going to say?'
"Sherlock?" John asked impatiently, one hand on his hip. He had obviously asked Sherlock the same question a few times by now.
"Um… Look, John, Um… I didn't mean it to be like this. I mean, I didn't sleep with you last, well... actually yes I did sleep in your bed with you in it but not for the reasons you think." He kept his head down as he blurted this out but when he finally did look up he got only an annoyed look from John.
"Just drop it, Sherlock. I asked if you could go out because I want to get dressed." John said dryly, as if to a child, because at this point, that's how Sherlock was acting.
"Hm." Was Sherlock's only reply as he left John to get dressed for the day.
Good? Bad? Please tell me.
I must stop reading other fanfiction, it's clouding my author's vision! But I do know a way to remedy it! Wait for it, wait for it!
I must... Watch Sherlock again! I know i know, painful huh?
Haha, I don't mean that! I love you two! (Meaning Martin and Benedict)
Okay bye now =] :wave: