The Science of Deduction

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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John settled in next to Sherlock. He put an arm over him, settled on his waist, but with his legs all drawn up like that it made a lot of space between them. It was a touch awkward. He knew from seeing him nap on the couch that this was Sherlock’s preferred sleep position though. He tried repositioning his arms and legs a bit, but it just didn’t fit right. Well, he was the one who knew what he was doing here… “This isn’t working, roll over.” He said, giving Sherlock a gentle nudge. It would be much simpler if he could cuddle up to him from behind. That way those long legs of his wouldn’t get in the way.

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He watched as John tried to figure something out..they were just sleeping in the same bed. What could be wrong? Did he have second thoughts? Was he changing his mind, not feeling comfortable? It’s not like he hadn’t fallen asleep on him before.  “This isn’t working, roll over.” He frowned slightly but complied, re assuming the position with his back facing John. 

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Ahh… that was much better. John scooted close to Sherlock and wrapped an arm round him, snaking the other under the pillows. He rested his head on the pillow above Sherlock’s. He’d always preferred being the big spoon, so this worked out very well in his opinion. Close, comfortable, warm. “Better yea?” he asked sleepily.

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"Mmm" he hummed, eyes already closed. So there was a point to this then. This was warm and comfortable. He hoped he wouldn't move about too much though...Sherlock had a tendency to either stay curled up, or spread himself about the sleeping area. Might end up waking up ontop of John. A small smile crept over his lips at the thought. That wouldn't exactly be a bad situation...

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Breakfast cont. || Sherlock & John

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John was sort of too shocked to respond when Sherlock took his cup and pulled him to his feet. he had been used to this sort of thing, but it was going to take time to become accustomed to being pulled along in the wake of this man again.

He was laughing nearly in hysterics by the time they got out the door though. He had honestly missed this, as mental as it was. His phone rang as they went down the steps and he pulled it out, motioning to Sherlock to wait a moment. It was Mrs Hudson. He talked with her, then while he was at it, returend the other call, from Mary Morstan of all people. When it was all over he turned to Sherlock, whom he was sure had been listening.

“You need to call Mrs Hudson before she starts embroidering us wedding favors as an act of war.”

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He stopped, a bemused expression on his face as he watched John laugh. What was so funny? They simply escaped. Oh, phone ringing. Who? He watched John as he talked. Mrs Hudson? Yes…oh..she knows. John returned another call. Mary? Who was Mary? Background check needed though…John’s reaction…old companion perhaps? Yes…

“Can’t we just go home and see her then?”

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“May as well.” he couldn’t help but grin at Sherlock. Even after the stressful conversations, the fact that they had just fled this man’s mother like she was some grave danger was hilarious to him. He tucked his hands in his pockets and started walking for the road. “So, any idea of what we’re up to next?”

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Sherlock walked besides him, out of the grounds. He'd 'borrow' a car, but then he'd have to go to the trouble of returning it. "Well I do believe Moriarty and his lover slash sniper won't be a bother, so...nothing. We wait. Or I do and you go to work with your 'normal' job."

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Breakfast cont. || Sherlock & John

John was sort of too shocked to respond when Sherlock took his cup and pulled him to his feet. he had been used to this sort of thing, but it was going to take time to become accustomed to being pulled along in the wake of this man again.

He was laughing nearly in hysterics by the time they got out the door though. He had honestly missed this, as mental as it was. His phone rang as they went down the steps and he pulled it out, motioning to Sherlock to wait a moment. It was Mrs Hudson. He talked with her, then while he was at it, returend the other call, from Mary Morstan of all people. When it was all over he turned to Sherlock, whom he was sure had been listening.

“You need to call Mrs Hudson before she starts embroidering us wedding favors as an act of war.”

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He stopped, a bemused expression on his face as he watched John laugh. What was so funny? They simply escaped. Oh, phone ringing. Who? He watched John as he talked. Mrs Hudson? Yes...oh..she knows. John returned another call. Mary? Who was Mary? Background check needed though...John's reaction...old companion perhaps? Yes...

"Can't we just go home and see her then?"

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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John returned the little kiss. At the comment about lectures his lips quirked up at one corner. “You know, I had always wondered where you got it from.” He straightened up and stretched and yawned. “Bed sounds good. We both need sleep.”

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He rolled his eyes. “I don’t lecture” he said with a stern glare to John as he yawned. Oh, sleep, bed. “Chuck me a pillow then I’ll sleep here” he held out an arm, unsure if John wanted to share his bed or not…let him decide.

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John rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot in this relationship. “No you won’t. You’re sleeping in the bed with me.” He took Sherlock’s hand and guided him over. “No funny business, just sleep. We both need it and your idea serves no purpose but to make you cranky int he morning.”

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He tried not to smile and simply got sat on the edge of the bed, scooting over and assumed his normal sleeping position of knees tucked up, hands under the pillow. Facing John. Because that’s what couples do, right? Most likely, the need for closeness…and….John climbing in bed…

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John settled in next to Sherlock. He put an arm over him, settled on his waist, but with his legs all drawn up like that it made a lot of space between them. It was a touch awkward. He knew from seeing him nap on the couch that this was Sherlock’s preferred sleep position though. He tried repositioning his arms and legs a bit, but it just didn’t fit right. Well, he was the one who knew what he was doing here… “This isn’t working, roll over.” He said, giving Sherlock a gentle nudge. It would be much simpler if he could cuddle up to him from behind. That way those long legs of his wouldn’t get in the way.

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He watched as John tried to figure something out..they were just sleeping in the same bed. What could be wrong? Did he have second thoughts? Was he changing his mind, not feeling comfortable? It's not like he hadn't fallen asleep on him before.  “This isn’t working, roll over.” He frowned slightly but complied, re assuming the position with his back facing John. 

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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John returned the little kiss. At the comment about lectures his lips quirked up at one corner. “You know, I had always wondered where you got it from.” He straightened up and stretched and yawned. “Bed sounds good. We both need sleep.”

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He rolled his eyes. “I don’t lecture” he said with a stern glare to John as he yawned. Oh, sleep, bed. “Chuck me a pillow then I’ll sleep here” he held out an arm, unsure if John wanted to share his bed or not…let him decide.

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John rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot in this relationship. “No you won’t. You’re sleeping in the bed with me.” He took Sherlock’s hand and guided him over. “No funny business, just sleep. We both need it and your idea serves no purpose but to make you cranky int he morning.”

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He tried not to smile and simply got sat on the edge of the bed, scooting over and assumed his normal sleeping position of knees tucked up, hands under the pillow. Facing John. Because that's what couples do, right? Most likely, the need for closeness...and....John climbing in bed...

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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“Oh…course.” He sat up in the chair, turning to face the back of it, kneeling up to reach John. How did he not..well, his was new. He’d yet to have a chance to research properly. Hmm…must get back home soon. He looked at him, John. He leaned up slightly and placed a shy kiss on his lips quickly. “Okay…we’re leaving tomorrow. First thing. I don’t want a lecture of nonsense from mother.”

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John returned the little kiss. At the comment about lectures his lips quirked up at one corner. “You know, I had always wondered where you got it from.” He straightened up and stretched and yawned. “Bed sounds good. We both need sleep.”

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He rolled his eyes. "I don't lecture" he said with a stern glare to John as he yawned. Oh, sleep, bed. "Chuck me a pillow then I'll sleep here" he held out an arm, unsure if John wanted to share his bed or not...let him decide.

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A "Nice" Family Breakfast: Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft

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“Mummy, Anthea is right. I can’t have her in dangerous situations. And I wouldn’t enjoy doing any sort of “legwork”, I never have,” he ran his hand down Anthea’s side, grasping her hand and holding it in his, smiling down at her.  “John, Sherlock, I must say, you two are quite the match. Sherlock has never, er stuttered in his thoughts. Yes, Sherlock I knew. I saw it in your eyes. Not too dificult to deduce,” Mycroft smiled brightly. 

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Celeste sighed, she knew they were right, but would have much rather sent anyone but one of her sons into all this. She nodded finally. “You are both, unfortunately, correct. Sherlock, you handle the “legwork” Mycroft, make sure he has all the information he needs. I’ll also try to do what I can. We’ll take this mess apart one thread at a time if we have to.” She drank the rest of her tea. “If you want to rip eachother apart now… be my guests, business is over.” She knew she couldn’t keep them form ti forever and really they and she were too old for her to stop them.

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'Business is over' "Fantastic! Well, me and John must be going." He placed down John's cup for him and helped him stand. They were finally going. Oh...manners. He turned to Anthea and smiled "Pleasure to meet you Anthea...good luck." He nodded at Mycroft and turned to his mother as he stepped away from the table, dragging John by the arm. "Till next time mother. I'll avoid high buildings...probably" He smiled, giving the kiss on the cheek as always before taking John's coat off the back of the chair and scooting him along, outside, opening the double doors with a grin. "Brilliant!"

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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The hand was nice. Yes, needed and…stopped? He frowned and looked up at his companion. “Is…everything alright? Am I making you uncomfortable? Here..” he sat up and moved to the armchair, crossing his legs and sitting there, looking at John, somewhat resembling a puppy. He didn’t want to upset John, push his limits or anything. He wasn’t even sure what they were for himself yet. He calculated that John would probably want to move onto sex soon, but he himself, he was still contemplating the idea. 

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John huffed in slight frustration, more at himself than anything else. “I’m fine…” He followed Sherlock to the chair and leaning on the back of it, looking down at him. That puppy dog look was so incongruous. His fingers itched to play with Sherlock’s hair, and he gave into it as he spoke again. “I was just thinking I may be making you uncomfortable.” He met Sherlock’s eyes. “I mean, I know you’re a virgin but… I suppose I had assumed you had at least cuddled or something like that before…” he came round and knelt between Sherlock’s legs and looked up at him, hands on his knees.”But, You haven’t,have you?”

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“Obviously not John, or are you forgetting that was my first kiss back in the kitchen? Why does it matter to you anyway?” He practically spat the last few words out. Why though? It wasn’t something he should be ashamed of at all. He wasn’t ashamed…was he? Embarrassed perhaps? No, Sherlock Holmes does not get embarrassed. This is John. He’s safe. He won’t laugh…he won’t, will he?

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John rolled his eyes at the annoyed tone he knew by now was rarely genuine. “It matters because I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He stood from his crouched position and leaned on the back of the chair again, looking down at Sherlock. “Affection, all the physical parts of a relationship, the whole point is to make people feel good. Sherlock. If you’re not ready for something, its going to be crap for both of us and possibly make us uncomfortable with each other.”

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"Oh...course." He sat up in the chair, turning to face the back of it, kneeling up to reach John. How did he not..well, his was new. He'd yet to have a chance to research properly. Hmm...must get back home soon. He looked at him, John. He leaned up slightly and placed a shy kiss on his lips quickly. "Okay...we're leaving tomorrow. First thing. I don't want a lecture of nonsense from mother."

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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The hand was nice. Yes, needed and…stopped? He frowned and looked up at his companion. “Is…everything alright? Am I making you uncomfortable? Here..” he sat up and moved to the armchair, crossing his legs and sitting there, looking at John, somewhat resembling a puppy. He didn’t want to upset John, push his limits or anything. He wasn’t even sure what they were for himself yet. He calculated that John would probably want to move onto sex soon, but he himself, he was still contemplating the idea. 

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John huffed in slight frustration, more at himself than anything else. “I’m fine…” He followed Sherlock to the chair and leaning on the back of it, looking down at him. That puppy dog look was so incongruous. His fingers itched to play with Sherlock’s hair, and he gave into it as he spoke again. “I was just thinking I may be making you uncomfortable.” He met Sherlock’s eyes. “I mean, I know you’re a virgin but… I suppose I had assumed you had at least cuddled or something like that before…” he came round and knelt between Sherlock’s legs and looked up at him, hands on his knees.”But, You haven’t,have you?”

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"Obviously not John, or are you forgetting that was my first kiss back in the kitchen? Why does it matter to you anyway?" He practically spat the last few words out. Why though? It wasn't something he should be ashamed of at all. He wasn't ashamed...was he? Embarrassed perhaps? No, Sherlock Holmes does not get embarrassed. This is John. He's safe. He won't laugh...he won't, will he?

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A "Nice" Family Breakfast: Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft

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Celeste watched all the interactions and finally clinked her spoon against her cup. “All right. time to focus, children. We have a few things to discuss. Firstly, Sherlock, Mycroft, dont you dare ever pull anything like that jumping stunt without telling me ever again. Second, Mycroft, I need you to find out if Moriarty’s web of crime is still intact. If it is, we need it gone. It is a danger to this family and the public at large. Third, Anthea and Mycroft, I understand things have been busy, but we really must begin preparations for the wedding and the baby shower.”

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He glanced down at the hand on his knee with a smile, attempting to hide it behind his tea cup. Not sure why though....everyone knows, why hide it? Oh you..gahh!...this is a mild case of either embarresment or something or other. Not that it matters. Heart beat did change though....hmm...I guess this is quite possinly the cause of chemical reactions...known as 'love'. Interesting...study and research later.

He smiled sourly at Mycrofts bride to be. No wonder he chose her. Is she really attempting to suck up to their mother? Ugh...dear. Kisses? Really does anyone have to see that fowl display? He glanced to John quickly. Neutral expression. Good, he didn't say it out loud then...'Let the nation fall', does she think she's capable enough to take on Moriarty? Honestly...starting to feel pity for this child...

He matched Mycroft's glare once started, giving an equally sour smile to him too, and turning back to their mother, sipping his tea. He placed down the cup as she spoke. Rolling his eyes at the jumping. It's not like he had a choice now, and it was all executed perfectly. Mycroft in charge of Moriarty? Baldness will be an amusing study now. And the diet. My what has this woman gotten herself into with him. Wedding and baby shower? "I'm busy"

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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John let his hand slide down to rub between Sherlock’s shoulder blades, where the muscles were tense. He massaged them gently, attempting to work the knots out more on instinct than anything else. He looked down at his what? Freind? Partner? Boyfreind? He reminded John of nothing so much as a great big lanky cat at the moment, draped and relaxed looking, but all tense and coiled muscle under it all. He wondered if all the tension was left over form the events of the past week. It seemed unlikely, Sherlock usually unwound a lot faster than that. Perhaps it had affected him more than he let on? His hand paused. Could it be he wasn’t used to affection like this? John thought about that a moment. How does one broach such a subject to the great Sherlock Holmes?

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The hand was nice. Yes, needed and...stopped? He frowned and looked up at his companion. "Is...everything alright? Am I making you uncomfortable? Here.." he sat up and moved to the armchair, crossing his legs and sitting there, looking at John, somewhat resembling a puppy. He didn't want to upset John, push his limits or anything. He wasn't even sure what they were for himself yet. He calculated that John would probably want to move onto sex soon, but he himself, he was still contemplating the idea. 

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Working on replys~

I do believe I need to kick Sherlock's butt into gear and force him to talk to Mrs Hudson. Let me know when you're up for it Mun :)

And if anyone else wants to 'text' Sherlock (ask box) Go for it! I'll be in and out of here for the next 3 hours, and most of tomorrow :)

Let's just hope Sherlock doesn't go off wandering~

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Seems like you have some ideas… I’m listening…

Ideas? Well theres…*pauses and looks at John, quick deduction: Ah..he smirks and walks over to where John is sitting and leans close, just smirking*

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I ah…. erm… *stutters*

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*tilts his head to the side, frowning* Come along John. Words...

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Well, it’s not like you use it for anything useful John

I do so… I text you, don’t I?

Well, yes, but it’s not like I’m not here John. There are better things to do than just text me you know~

Seems like you have some ideas… I’m listening…

Ideas? Well theres...*pauses and looks at John, quick deduction: Ah..he smirks and walks over to where John is sitting and leans close, just smirking*

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Jealous of HIM? Oh John really. *laughs*

He’s just a mere distraction. I think I’ll borrow this…

Fine… if it makes you happy. Keep the phone.

Well, it’s not like you use it for anything useful John

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I do so… I text you, don’t I?

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Well, yes, but it's not like I'm not here John. There are better things to do than just text me you know~

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Bedtime: Sherlock and John

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He closed his eyes leaning into John. “Hmm…wasn’t exactly like I chose to get abducted. Honestly it’s so boring. I thought he’d at least torture me a bit but no, just a broken wrist. Rather pathetic really. Complete waste of my time.” It’s just hair Sherlock, he’s just playing with your hair.

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That made john laugh. Only you would be disgruntled about not getting tortured. You’re positively mental.” He kissed Sherlock’s forehead and kept playing with his hair. He liked the way the curls sort of wrapped themselves around his fingers, liked the contact even more.  He was starting to get a bit sleepy.

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From the kiss he assumed it was a compliment. He shifted where he was laying, resting his head and one hand on John's chest. He wasn't tired just yet, but...he felt that was the right thing to do in this situation. He was tense though. Sherlock wasn't used to this.

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Jealous of HIM? Oh John really. *laughs*

He’s just a mere distraction. I think I’ll borrow this…

Fine… if it makes you happy. Keep the phone.

Well, it's not like you use it for anything useful John