Dancing Underneath The Skies of Lust *Private*

[Leafwing12]

Sherlock sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He rested a hand on his back. He knew he couldnt stay here. John would wake up in the morning and get freaked out. He slowly rested John beside him before slowly getting out of the bed.

[dannychan]

john gave a soft noise of protest, cuddling the pillow sherlock had been using.

[Leafwing12]

Sherlock watched him, brushing his hair slowly. He then moved away, heading to his own room.

[dannychan]

he sighed and shifted.

[Leafwing12]

Sherlock laid down on his own bed, looking over at the wall. He sighed, closing hs eyes. He knew things would go back to the way they were once John sobered up. That was a shame. It was nice while it lasted. He sighed, closing his eyes and soon fell asleep

[dannychan]

skip to morning?

[Leafwing12]

(Sure)

IT was around seven in the morning. Sherlock and awoken and was currently laying down on the couch. He sighed, running his hands along his face. He stared up at the ceiling.

[dannychan]

after a bit, john woke up with a groan and the first thing he noticed was the hang over, then the draft, then the fact that he was naked. as he got up, he yelled at the sudden pain in his rear and stumbled back to the bed. he rubbed his face, laying back down. "fuck.."

[Leafwing12]

Sherlock blinked, instantly sitting up when he heard John yell. He got to his feet, rushing upstairs, despite the pain in hi leg. He entered the room, looking at John. "John, whats wrong?" He asked.

[dannychan]

he sighed. "everything, right now. my head hurts, i'm naked, and for some reason, my arse hurts! and why are you limping?"