{"id":143678,"date":"2015-07-28T01:02:35","date_gmt":"2015-07-28T01:02:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/07\/28\/watsonshoneybee-john-woke-up-with-his-hand-on\/"},"modified":"2015-07-28T01:02:35","modified_gmt":"2015-07-28T01:02:35","slug":"watsonshoneybee-john-woke-up-with-his-hand-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/07\/28\/watsonshoneybee-john-woke-up-with-his-hand-on\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

watsonshoneybee<\/a>:<\/p>\n

\n

John woke up with his hand on Sherlock\u2019s stomach.<\/p>\n

The bedroom was bathed in honey-pink morning light and the
\nwarmth of it washed over the bed, gilding Sherlock\u2019s pale skin in gold and rose
\nand butterscotch. His mess of curls caught the light and glinted back copper
\nand chestnut, striking against the creamy pillowcase, and John didn\u2019t think
\nhe\u2019d ever seen anything more gloriously captivating in his entire life. <\/p>\n

He never thought he\u2019d see anything like this. He had lost
\nhis chance at this so many times<\/i>. <\/p>\n

But if life with Sherlock had taught him anything, it was
\nthat the impossible happened all the time. And John was here, waking up in bed
\nwith this impossible man whose sheer existence was a miracle three times over,
\nand John knew down to the marrow in his bones that this was the way it was
\nmeant to be forever.<\/p>\n

Under his palm, Sherlock shifted, stretching sleep-soft
\nmuscles as he began to wake. Low in throat, he hummed a deep, quiet noise of
\nsatisfaction. John rubbed his thumb in a small circle on his belly, reveling in
\nthe heat and vitality of him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMorning,\u201d John murmured, quirking the corner of his mouth
\ninto a smile as Sherlock yawned himself awake. <\/p>\n

\u201cMorning. You\u2019re still here.\u201d His voice, a little rough with
\nsleep, sounded a bit wondering, as though he had expected to wake up and find
\nthe previous night had been nothing but a dream. He had asked John to stay as
\nthey lay tangled in the aftermath and John was honestly just as pleased as he
\nseemed to be to wake up with this undeniable evidence that he\u2019d not imagined
\neverything. <\/p>\n

John leaned forward to press a kiss to his bare shoulder.
\n\u201cYes, I\u2019m still here,\u201d he reassured. \u201cI just woke up.\u201d<\/p>\n

The small answering smile on his lips was everything John
\ncould have hoped for. Sherlock rolled onto his side, rolling into John\u2019s space,
\nand John welcomed him in the fold of his arms. Lying nearly nose-to-nose on
\nJohn\u2019s pillow, his expression was fond but focused as he took in everything
\nJohn knew was written on his face. After a long, contemplative moment, his eyes
\nslipped closed again and he leaned in and kissed John\u2019s mouth, soft and
\nlingering.<\/p>\n

They stayed that way for a long while, pressed up close to
\none another, brushing quiet kisses over mouths and cheeks and
\nforeheads, until Sherlock fell back to sleep with his nose pressed into John\u2019s
\nclavicle and John thought his heart would burst from bliss and contentment.<\/p>\n

He had lost this so
\nmany times<\/i> and now Sherlock was heavy and warm against his chest, and this,
\nJohn thought, this was what he\u2019d been waiting for his whole life.<\/p>\n

Finally<\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

watsonshoneybee: John woke up with his hand on Sherlock\u2019s stomach. The bedroom was bathed in honey-pink morning light and the warmth of it washed over the bed, gilding Sherlock\u2019s pale skin in gold and rose and butterscotch. His mess of curls caught the light and glinted back copper and chestnut, striking against the creamy pillowcase, … <\/p>\n

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