Title: A Fool In Love

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Sherlock Holmes *sad face*

Summary: Mrs. Hudson goes out of town, leaving Holmes and Watson home alone. Holmes decides to take their "relationship" to the next level. M/M. R&R

Hey peoples. Sooo here is the morning after chapter; yes it's super short but… MORNING AFTER! No smex just talk. Probs not going to write a whole week of sex anytime soon so don't expect it…. This chapter was written on a whim at like midnight so it could happen… Aaaanywho enjoy my surprise chapter.

When John Watson awoke the first thing to hit was pain. There was a horrid dull ache in his mid-back and an agonizing stabbing pain in his backside as he sat up. He looked around sleepily as the events of the previous day flooded back to him. His face burned with embarrassment. He sighed; it was going to be a long and awkward day. Suddenly there was a tug on his arm. He looked down at the man who was pulling at him. Sherlock's messy hair was, if possible, worse than usual, his grey eyes still clouded with sleep. He pulled John's arm harder. He gave him a questioning look.

"Letting out the warmth" he mumbled.

John blushed as he moved back under the covers. Sherlock wrapped an arm over his chest and closed his eyes. John lay there with his heart pounding in his ears as his brain tried to wrap itself around what had happened.

"John."

"Y-yes Sherlock?"

"You're thinking much too loud, what's wrong?"

John looked over at him, He really doesn't know? No, of course he knows.

"We need to talk about what happened Sherlock."

Sherlock propped himself up on an elbow with a groan. He pressed his arm down on John.

"You'll just hurt yourself if you move."

John was madly embarrassed but nodded and stayed put.

"Go ahead then."

"I-um."

Sherlock watched him with a small smirk. John glared at him angrily.

"This is serious Sherlock."

"Of course John," his smirk grew wider.

Against his better judgment John sat up, forcing Sherlock's arm out of the way. He ignored the pain as he threw his legs off the side of the bed and stood up. He silently thanked the lord that Sherlock's room was so dimly lit. He ignored the pain and stared towards the window.

"Sherlock. I need to know…. How you feel… I mean about me-us-this."

He sighed and rubbed his head.

"I can't just go into this... thing blindly," he closed his eyes. "And I won't if this is just some sick experiment or you're bored and toying with me."

There was a moment of silence before the bed creaked and Sherlock had his arm wrapped around the concerned man.

"John I assure you I am completely genuine."

John turned and buried his face in the insane man's hair.

"Tell me why," he mumbled into his hair.

"John, you have tolerated me experimenting on you and our dog, let me shoot you with blow darts, put up with my boredom and insomnia, stopped me from killing myself during those times, not even blinked at me shooting guns indoors, let me drag you along no matter what the situation, and you haven't left. How could I not come to love you?"

John stared at his hair, hoping perhaps his tongue would untangle itself and he could let Sherlock know how much that meant. He pulled back and stared into his eyes.

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock tilted his head ever so slightly.

"C-could we lie back down? I-I'm in a bit of pain."

Sherlock smiled and let go, the two returned to bed. John groaned and clenched his eyes shut. Sherlock rubbed his chest.

"I did tell you-"

"Oh shut up Sherlock," he grumbled.

Sherlock chuckled. John smiled when he felt the man nuzzle his neck. He quickly moved his arm under him and held him close. Perhaps their week alone would be a good one after all.

Well, that's done! Hope you enjoyed, do tell me how this was. I appreciate every comment and favorite. Until next we meet.