Sherlock X Reader One Shots || 𝐹𝐿𝑈𝐹𝐹 + 𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇

There's A Dog In This One (Part 5)

"I'm not mucking around, you implied I was greedy. You don't deserve any." Sherlock had run out of lap, now, so for Y/N's fourth attempt he'd had to start lifting the box into the air, just out of her grasp. She could have sworn he was doing that on purpose; making her feel like she was about to reach the box then putting another centimetre between it and her fingertips just as she lunged for it.

Basil had been laying like a peaceful sphinx at the end of the bed, but opened his eyes now to watch Y/N and Sherlock's impromptu game curiously.

"What if I said sorry?"

"Well are you?" He's not even trying to contain a smirk anymore; it curled his lips and lit his eyes as he watches her perseverance with what could only be described as amusement. She'd moved closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping with their concentrated weight until Y/N was leaning into Sherlock's side, both their arms outstretched over the lip of the bed. Y/N knew he was doing that on purpose; his grin is obvious in the corner of her eye, little chuckles bubbling up from his chest every now and again. She could feel them; how his torso moved when he laughed, his muscles shifting about as he tried his best to keep them upright.

Y/N didn't want them upright, she'd concluded that her adversary being pinned to the bed would give her an advantage. Smiling to herself, now, she retracted the arm reaching for the box, and, before Sherlock could utter his confusion at her surrender, she planted both hands on his shoulders and gave him a shove. 

With a startled little yelp, he fell onto his back, Y/N---having also lost her balance---falling with him.

She hadn't meant to end up sprawled on over Sherlock's front like butter on toast.

That had been a pleasing happenstance.

He'd been very close to falling right off the bed; from his shoulders upwards there was nothing supporting him, the trunk of his body tensing below Y/N in an effort to keep his arm (and the Milk Tray) well out of her reach. Not that she was thinking about the Milk Tray at that second.

It felt different being this close to him now because they were both awake. Not as in conscious, but as in just...not sleepy. The lights are on. They can see each other, see all the places where their skin would be making contact were it not for an exhilaratingly thin layer of material. They can see each other's faces, their expressions. He was grinning up at her. His eyes kept flicking around her eyes to her lips---or maybe chin, she couldn't tell. They're not shyly cuddling anymore, they're wrestling, parts of them scuffing and bumping into each other.

And his body feels softer than Y/N had expected (even though it's solid with the exertion of making him into a sort of human gangplank). She'd been surprised by that last night, too; how...alive he is, how malleable, the little bit of soft at the base of his back. The onset of stubble at his chin and down his neck, rough and gritty. Each bump of his ribs. Not because she didn't see him as human, but because when she'd moved in he'd been all jagged bones. Hollows. Like a length of wire bent into the shape of a man. Not just in his appearance---even though, when he sat still for long enough it had sometimes been difficult to tell if he indeed did have a pulse---but in personality too. He'd drift about like the air he walked through was slipping between gaps in his bones, brain and body not managing to interact with reality unless it physically grabbed him and gave him a shake.

Now he wasn't like that. Like any of it. His hollows replaced by something, Y/N wasn't sure what, but it was good. He'd gone well over a year of getting whatever he'd been missing before, whether that be healthy eating habits, a steady sleep cycle, or simply a friend---and it showed.

Y/N managed to right herself, pushing her body away from the distracting warmth of Sherlock's and up into a sort of crawling position. Her eyes darted from her flatmate's to the chocolates suspended by his arm now conciderably more within Y/N's reach.