"So- uh- w-what
was the aim
of that experiment, Sherlock,
Breath was still managing to evade the confines of John Watson's lungs, causing him to gasp in air after every couple of words. Irritatingly, Sherlock Holmes seemed to be perfectly fine. The man was practically comatose, other than the pianist fingers toying subconsciously with a curl of John's hair.
Sherlock hmmed in response to the question, letting his hand fall away from the doctor's head to rest like a dead spider on the pillow. Pillow. Last night, or perhaps this morning, they had made it to somebody's bed. Whose bed was yet to be discovered - but a bed nonetheless. The sheets were impossible to tell from one to an other, strewn and twisted and tangled around various body parts as they were. But there was a duvet, or at least something that served as such, wrapped around the two bodies, keeping them warm due to apparently broken central heating.
And then, of course, there was Sherlock Holmes. John couldn't fathom why he was still there - it had been a several minutes post-coital, and the detective had yet to slide away in that annoyingly suave way he had.
"It was a study in human behaviour."
John sighed. He had expected as much, really. He supposed, since he was the human being Sherlock had most regular contact with, it would have to be him. What Sherlock could stand to gain from such an experiment, John couldn't quite understand, but he was far too drained now to demand an explanation.
do you have enough 'data' now?"
A pause. A nod.
More silence. Not exactly awkward, but getting there; the two were nestled side by side on the bed, both on their backs, staring pointedly upwards and not at each other. John became very aware of the close proximity of Sherlock's hand to his and curled his fingers in the opposite direction.
"So, uhm, what did you
discover? Anything I should be aware of?"
Sherlock was quiet for such a long time that John wondered fleetingly if he'd fallen asleep - but surely not. Sherlock Holmes wouldn't randomly drift off, especially not having just been asked a question.
Sherlock shifted, turning so he was facing John before waiting for the doctor to catch on. He stared excruciatingly into John's eyes for so long that time seemed to stop; then he spoke.
"John, I think I'm in love with you."