The habit with the sheet   von Tio
                       (Sherlock BBC - a small Johnlock)
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                        Kapitel 2: One night, one bed.
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He had not moved a bit and it freaked me out. Tiptoeing I entered his room,
closing the door behind me very carefully. I checked his pulse and breathing for
no reason. At least I don't see the reason behind this behavior but in that
moment I was clearly out of my mind. As I said, the day was exhausting. And
believe me my next move was even stranger for I doubted myself in this very
situation. I carefully lifted him up and onto his bed and, after I took off his
shoes, I put myself to sleep next to him.
Not a second did I think about leaving the room again. I knew I was right where
I wanted to be.
Again I doubted myself, when I woke up. 
I am not sure if I really fell asleep that night, but when the sun came up and I
had the urge to leave the bed, I found Johns arm wrapped round me softly. His
head was resting next to mine, his nose almost disappeared in my dark curls. 
I must admit it felt comforting.
But I have my habits and urgently needed to figure out what was wrong with him.
Or with me. So I tried to slip away under his grip, when he murmured something
in a sleepy voice.
"Please don't leave yet, ...Sherlock."
It sounded so gentle, so soft. It made me smile and I lay back again.
"Okay…" 
I felt like I had to reply something yet I think it might have been a mistake.
His eyes opened wide in shock the next second.
"SHERLOCK?!", he gasped in surprise and left my in total confusion.
"What are you doing here?"
"You asked me not to leave you."
"B-bu…but in the first place? How do you get he-…"
His eyes where flying from my face over the sheet and back again, before he drew
his arm back.
"Did you just sleep next to me, naked?"
There was silence in the room for a second but neither of us made an attempt to
move away from the other.
"I wear a sheet."
Again not the best answer but in that moment I could not think of anything more
reasonable than that. In fact I could not think of anything reasonable at all. I
could see his pupils widen, as he looked at me, felt the pulse on his arm that
was just slightly touching mine between us and of course I did notice the red on
his cheeks that darkened even more when he took a second gaze. Yes, I saw the
facts and still this one time I was doubting my own principles. 
John could not possibly have any deeper feelings for me.
And yet.
I have eliminated the impossible and whatever remains, no matter how mad it
might seem, must be the truth than. 
"How did I get into my bed?"
"I carried you"
"Why?"
"You can't walk while sleeping."
"No, I mean why did you enter my room to do this?"
I hesitated for a moment even though the answer popped up in my mind in an
instand.
"I was worried."
He laughed shortly and turned his head towards the ceiling. I like it when he
laughs. It makes me happy in a very strange way. But this time was different.
His laughter sounded so full of questions. And when he looked back at me I felt
very uncomfortable. Almost insecure.
"What did I do wrong?", I asked slowly but he just shook his head and kept on
looking at me. 
There are many people who keep their habits and nature a secret even before my
eyes. But John had never been one of them. I could always read him. When all
deductions failed, looking at him was usually the proof that I still have my
abilities. But in this very moment his face was a mystery to me. And yet this
situation was strangely familiar.
"What?"
I demanded an answer. An explanation but all he did was wrapping his arm around
me and closing his eyes again.
"Never change, Sherlock. Will you do that for me?"
It was not really a question. It turned out to be more of a promise. But for
that moment I kept on being confused.

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