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“It’s for the case,” he says. “We need to stay here. It’s important.”
I object.
“We’ll make do,” he insists. “Which side do you want?”
"Doesn't matter."
“Goodnight, John,”
I say nothing. I'm annoyed.
And nervous.
******
He steals the covers.
I steal them back.
He’s snoring.
Toss.
He’s snoring.
Turn.
He’s still snoring!
I touch his arm.
He stops snoring.
His skin is warm...
*******
He’s too close. His breath on my neck.
He's too close. I feel his heat, yet I shiver.
Odd, that.
“Budge up!”
“Mmmph, John…mwnnff guh.”
I can’t make out what he says, but he moves away.
Silence.
Better... I guess.
Staring at the clock won’t make morning come faster.
******
His long fingers curl around mine.
His breathing is even. Asleep?
I don’t pull away.
I sneak a glance.
Moonlight on black curls, on white skin, on full lips.
Breathe, John.
******
I open my eyes.
Pale eyes, glittering in the semi-darkness. Close. Above me.
“John.”
His voice is silk, and it wraps my name in its softness.
I want to hear it again.
“John.”
“Sherlock.”
Can he hear my heart pounding?
We’re frozen in the dark; time stands still.
Something changes, and the space between us is charged with electricity.
“Kiss me, John.”
Yes, love. Yes.
I pull him to me, and the kiss leaves me breathless.