Lamp
It was one in the morning, and Sherlock could not sleep.
He decided to get his laptop on the bed to check for some new cases on his website.
John was sleeping beside him. Unbelievable. Like a dream. But true.
They had been together in a relationship for a year now, and yet, Sherlock still felt this way from time to time.
He settled down on his side of the bed and opened his laptop.
The bright light in the otherwise dark room hit the pupils of his eyes, and he winced a little for a moment.
John would always tell him to switch on the bedside lamp for balance so that Sherlock wouldn't end up with bad eyesight.
So, Sherlock stretched out his arm to switch on the lamp on his side.
Yes, this was better. He could see more clearly now.
He opened his website and began to read one of his old articles.
Within a minute, though, he became acutely aware of John lying by his side, sharing a duvet with him.
Sherlock turned to look at John's face, which was glowing because of the golden light from the lamp.
Once again, Sherlock couldn't help but marvel at John's face.
John's beautiful ash-blond hair; the forehead which was marked with frown lines. The golden lashes resting on his cheeks - gorgeous.
That mouth which Sherlock had been pining for ages, of which the corners had softened because of John's dormant state.
The cleft in his chin Sherlock secretly loved but never told him about.
Unable to believe his luck, the corners of Sherlock's mouth lifted and Sherlock was half-smiling.
He reached out to run his hands through John's soft and dense hair.
Now he wished John's eyes were open, so he could drown in those ocean-blue eyes. He would have to wait till the morning.
Suddenly, John reached out for Sherlock's hand - which was running through John's hair - and interlocked their fingers before smiling with his eyes closed.
The smile that was always capable of making Sherlock's heart flutter.
John opened his eyes and looked up at Sherlock with the same smile.
"Not with your soul-gazing stare," John replied with a short laugh. He continued to hold Sherlock's gaze with those mesmerizing eyes.
Sherlock's grin widened across his face as he closed his laptop to keep it on the side table, and lay down on his left to face John.
John was mirroring Sherlock's expression.
Sherlock closed the distance between them to kiss John on the mouth, who kissed him back, and it was an unexplainable bliss for Sherlock once again.
They wrapped their arms around each other to continue with the kissing to their heart's content.
John's presence in his bed, in his life, made everything exponentially better. Sleep included.
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