John looked peaceful, his head lulling back and hands clasped together in his lap. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. How had he fallen asleep so perfectly? Most people who had fallen asleep around Sherlock (which was, admittedly, not many) had slept awfully, loud and snorty, sometimes thrashing arou...
*Post Rechienbach Fall* Every night Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes watches his best friend, and love-of-his-life crying in his bed, deteriorating all because of Sherlock. Sherlock realises he has to get back to John, but will it be as simple as that? *CAUTION: SMUTTY*
REQUESTED sherlockxjohn this one might be a little short but i'll try to update it frequently NONE OF THE STORIES FEATURED ARE MINE !!!
