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“Want to cuddle?”

^^cannot unsee

Oh god Martin your face it’s the cutest thing ever stop it.

WANT TO CUDDLE!?

aawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Sherlock tilted his head to the side to find John staring at him almost pitifully. He sighed. ”John. You’re doing that thing again.”

The army doctor arched an eyebrow at his housemate, who was currently sprawled across the couch.. “What thing, Sherlock?”

“You know what I mean. That thing. With your eyes,” Sherlock snapped, but somehow his tone softened unintentionally. It was starting to work already.

“Your specificity never fails to amaze me,” John replied smoothly with a roll of his eyes.

“The upward tilt of your eyebrows is completely obvious. You’re pitying me. I told you, John. I’m married to my work. Is it honestly that surprising that I’ve never…cuddled?” Even the word seemed foreign on his tongue.

“I suppose, in retrospect, it isn’t, considering it’s you we’re talking about,” John said as he leaned back, sighing. “It’s really not that bad, though. Think of it as an experiment.”

Sherlock frowned. That did seem a bit more interesting. He had heard that cuddling had a direct impact on endorphins. Perhaps the surge of endorphins would help him more than the patches. He had read up on cuddling, and it seemed fairly simple. John had been hinting toward it for weeks now. Finally, he nodded and turned on his side, waving his hand toward John. “Just once.”

John sat, frozen for a second. He didn’t think Sherlock would actually accept the offer. 

“We don’t have all day, John,” Sherlock said impatiently. 

Finally, John got up out of his armchair and crossed to where Sherlock was lying down, hesitantly clambering onto the sofa as well, his back to Sherlock. “I think this might be a bit too small,” he said.

“I thought physical intimacy was crucial to cuddling. That’s what they said on the website,” Sherlock said, his breath brushing lightly against the back of John’s neck, sending tingles down his spine.

“You looked up cuddling?”

“I do my research,” he said, slinging an arm around John’s waist and pressing his nose to the nape of his neck.

John closed his eyes and leaned into Sherlock. They seemed to fit almost perfectly together.

“I believe this is called spooning,” Sherlock murmured. “Why would they call it spooning? There is nothing remotely spoon-like about this process.” He frowned as he felt John’s shoulders shake slightly. “John, are you laughing?”

“No,” John choked out, but it was clear that John Watson was laughing.

“I see nothing funny about it,” Sherlock said.

John turned on his other side so that he was facing Sherlock, nearly falling off the sofa in the process. “Sherlock, when you cuddle, you don’t analyze the cuddle. You just…cuddle.”

Sherlock frowned, confused. “No analyzing?” Was it even possible not to analyze something?

“Not of the cuddle. Not while your cuddling, anyway.” John said, becoming uncomfortably aware of how very close they were. Sherlock never was one for personal space, but this was close, even for him.

Sherlock opened his mouth as if to argue before closing it and pulling John closer, resting his chin on the top of his head. John rested his head against Sherlock’s chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. He was starting to get slightly drowsy. Who would have thought that Sherlock would be so warm?

The detective rubbed small circles into the small of John’s back, frowning. He had hugged Mrs. Hudson before and felt nothing. However, his mind was clearer now than it had been earlier. It was oddly peaceful. Not the boring, hateful, everyday peaceful. A special kind of peaceful, and for once, the great consulting detective had no real way to describe it.

However, he was certain of one thing.

John was infinitely better than the patches.

I mean, it was cute and adorable and I was “d’aw”ing throughout the whole thing and then I accidentally decided to open the above reaction gif before finishing the story. And I died.

reblogging again for the ficlet and the gif.

Oh my god. The ficlet.

I hope you’re all pleased with yourselves.

I should be sleeping. :I

The fanart. THE FANART. YOU DREW THEM CUDDLING. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. WE SHOULD RUN AWAY AND GET MARRIED AND—

Too fast? >.>

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Reblogging for the everything that is this post ^

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That is BRILLIANT.