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In Between Cases - 3

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John opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a number of minutes. His brows furrowed. It wasn't his ceiling.
He moved around a bit. And not his sheets. Or even his bed. He turned, and looked around. It was Sherlock's room. What was he...? Had it been a dream?
"John could you bring me your phone?" Sherlock said from the living room. John glanced at the clock, just to notice that there wasn't one. He slid out of bed, realizing he was wearing that same shirt he'd worn the day before.
What worried him was not that it was the shirt from the previous day, but the fact that he was wearing it to bed. To Sherlock's bed.
He rubbed his head slowly, and walked out of the room. Odd. He wasn't hung over.

Sherlock was lying on the couch, legs and arms sprawled everywhere. Dressed in his black silk robe, with his black hair ruffled and slightly plastered to his forehead. John forgot how to breathe for a moment. He adjusted his trousers slightly.
Carefully he moved to the couch, and sat on the edge.
His hand slowly caressed Sherlock's cheekbones. He cupped the face, staring at it. He licked his lips slowly, barely breathing. He slowly leaned his face down. He swallowed. Nervously he pressed his lips to Sherlock's.
"Jawn I-" Sherlock muttered sleepily, his arms lifting. They wrapped around John's neck, and he made a soft purring noise. John flinched. Embarrassment flooded his face.
"Jawn I want to dance." Sherlock rasped in John's ear.
John stared for a moment. His eyes clear. Beautiful. Shining.
Sherlock blinked a few times, and then pulled himself off of the couch. "Dance, John. You do dance, don't you?" He asked. Laughing.
John stumbled after him. Sherlock sprang onto the coffee table, spread his arms and laughed heartily. John stared.
"Come John, let us dance. Take my hand. There, come closer.." Sherlock's hand slid down John's free arm. His long slender fingers brushed his shirtsleeves, and then slid to land on his hip. They both followed those fingers with their eyes. John licked his lips, and met Sherlock's eyes.
They stared at each other for ages. Until the shine faded from Sherlock's eyes.
"Where did you place my nicotine patches. John?" Sherlock asked kindly. John opened his mouth slowly, but was interrupted. "No, not the usual one. My emergency ones. I already found the other ones."
He turned around, flashing his underarm. It was plastered with several of those damned patches.
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John was not sure. Had it been a dream, or had it not? There had been no change in behavior since he'd awoken in Sherlock's bed.
Only one. Those damnable patches.
At least the shooting had stopped. Though no new case had shown itself, Sherlock had been going to the lab more and more. As usual John had simply no clue to what he was doing there, for Sherlock rarely did share what he did there.
A phone vibrated in John's pocket. He slipped open the phone, and read the message.
- Let's have dinner.
- SH
John lifted an eyebrow. Dinner? He hesitated for a moment, them pressed in his answer.
- Dinner? Any special occasion?
- John
It only took a moment before the phone went off again.
- I'm at the lab. 20 minutes.
- SH
John sighed, grabbing his jacket from its hook by the door. He pulled it on as he texted back.
- Ok. I'm leaving now.
- John
He put on his shoes, tied the laces, and opened the door. His phone buzzed again.
- Remember your wallet. Keys. Tell Mrs. Hudson we're eating out.
- SH
John rolled his eyes. Grabbing his keys and wallet, which he'd forgotten to take before, he bounced down the stairs, calling out for Mrs. Hudson.
As she appeared in her doorway, John grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.
"Sherlock and I are eating out tonight. Is that okay, Mrs. Hudson?" He asked nicely. She giggled and smiled sweetly at him. "How convenient. Have a nice dinner Doctor Watson." She patted him on the shoulder, smiled again, and went back to her rooms.
John checked his pockets another time, and then vacated the building.
Part 3 of my Sherlock fanfiction.

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