The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (16/24)

[swissmarg]

Title: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (16/24)
Author: swissmarg
Prompter: Self
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock
Timeline: Between chapters 16 and 17
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.

Sixteen: The First Morning After

When John awoke, Sherlock was lying on his side staring at him, his head propped on his hand.

"Your erections during REM sleep are highly distracting."

"Um. Sorry?" John was having trouble thinking anything beyond 'I am lying half-naked in bed next to Sherlock Holmes, who is also half-naked'. Which wasn't helping his erection situation. After a moment, though, one thought emerged from the maelstrom of disbelief and fist-pumping triumph: "Wait, were you watching me sleep?"

Sherlock's expression registered brief panic before fading into mild annoyance. "It's not as if I have anything else to do waiting for you to awaken."

"You could sleep."

"Boring."

"Yeah, so... what exactly should I be awake for?" John folded his hands over his chest, hoping to mask the fact his heart was galloping a mile a minute.

"Nothing, I'm simply not used to having someone lying there breathing all night."

John's heart sank. He'd known intimacy was difficult for Sherlock. It seemed this was too much after all. "Okay. I mean, I liked it - very much - but we don't-"

Sherlock lunged forward and kissed him. "Not what I meant."

John fought a ridiculous grin. "Okay. Good. I'll try to... breathe less. And have fewer erections."

Sherlock smiled against his cheek. "Actually, I'd hoped you'd continue to do quite a lot of both."

Comments

[mildred-bobbin.livejournal.com]

oh very sweet and lovely. *cuddles you tightly* thank you for writing.

[swissmarg]

Thanks!

[frodosweetstuff.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, kill me, why don't you?????? I loved that moment where John thinks that Sherlock doesn't want them to be that intimate and Sherlock proves him wrong. :)

"Nothing, I'm simply not used to having someone lying there breathing all night."
*giggles*

[swissmarg]

Sometimes you have to take what Sherlock says strictly at face value. And sometimes you have to read waaaaay between the lines.