it’s literally 2am for me but I’m such a slut for this idea so maybe sherlock characters and the “only one bed” trope??
A/N: Miss Me? Hello darlings, sorry I took such a long break, last week was ridiculous. Hopefully the lovely darling the requested this story hasn't forgotten about it lol. Even if you have I hope this is a welcomed surprise! Have an amazing week, Darlings!
Only One bed ~ Sherlock Preferences
Before you and Sherlock started dating, your apartment building caught fire. Luckily your apartment wasn't damaged too badly and you weren't home at the time. Unfortunately you couldn't live in your apartment while they were repairing the damage. To your surprise Sherlock invited you to live in Bakers Street while they were working on the repairs. You gratefully accepted the offer to live with a friend over the shitty hotel room the insurance company offered to pay for. Once you packed up your clothes and some essential belongings you came to Bakers Street. John grabbed your things while Sherlock showed you where you would be sleeping. He walked you directly into his room. You were confused at first and asked where he would be sleeping. Equally confused Sherlock informed you it was his room, he would be sleeping here. There was no inflatable mattress set up so the confusion continued until he eventually outright said you were both going to sleep in his bed.
At about midnight you both got ready for bed. Sherlock got into bed like nothing was strange about this, you however were a little more hesitant. After a bit of stalling you climbed in next to him. You both laid looking at each other until your need for sleep overtook you and you passed out. After the first night or two you became used to it and start to enjoy it. You had always had a sort of crush on Sherlock and it was nice to get to see him in a more vulnerable state. You both settled into it quite nicely and it brought you both close together in a new way. It was really only a matter of time before you started dating.
A month after you and John got together you went on a long weekend to see your family. You hadn't gotten to in a while and you wanted to show John around your hometown. You had planned on staying with your parents and since John was kind of a last minute addition you didn't have time to change that plan. So you arrived at your parents house which only had one guest bed. Your parents didn't care because you're a grown adult and can do what you want but you hadn’t actually shared a bed with John yet and were a little nervous. You offered to take the couch. Then he offered to take the couch. This continued until it was two AM and neither of you would take the bed, at the same time you both said you would take the bed and sat down from exhaustion. After that it sounded like too much work to go back to debating who would take what and just laughed about it. Even after staying up and talking more you both fell asleep on the bed quite comfortably nestled together. In the morning you both agree that sharing the bed was nice and you should share more often.
Traveling around the world was always a large component of your position in the government. Mycroft's work tended to keep him rather stationary however so it was rare that the two of you were together for a long period of time. However the longest the two of you spent together in the early part of your relationships was also one of the only times Mycroft ever joined you on the continent.
During a conference for the European Union you and Mycroft traveled together to Brussels. Both of you were rather pleased to get to spend time together. However you were both incredibly nervous when you arrived at your hotel to find out that there was only one room booked. You tried to get a second one however they were completely booked and there was no hope of switching rooms. Anxiously you both walked into your room to find only one bed sat in the center of the room. For some couples this might have been wonderful, but for both of you it was a little alarming. You had not been able to spend a lot of time together yet and though you were both comfortable with each other it was still a daunting idea. You had agreed that you would move the relationship along slowly because of how new at this you both were. The idea of sharing a bed made everything feel like it was going at light speed.
Eventually night rolled around and you started to get ready. Mycroft seemed extremely uncomfortable so you tried to convince him that you would just sleep on the floor or in the chair, but he still refused. He wanted you to have a good night's sleep and knew that would be impossible if you didn't get an actual bed. With anxiety on high alert you both slipped into bed.
The conference was a week long and by the end of it you were both rather comfortable sleeping in such close proximity. He had taken to kissing your hand every morning which you thought was the sweetest thing and he had quite enjoyed getting to see you each morning. All in all what started out as the most anxiety inducing experience of your life became a comfort for both of you.
About three months into your relationship tragedy struck. Your mother had a nearly fatal heart attack while you were at work. Your father called you from the hospital in tears asking you to come home. Of course you agreed and instantly started preparing for the trip. You called Greg as you left your job, hoping to catch him on his lunch break. He picked up the phone after only a few rings and listened to your story. Once you told him everything he offered to come. He knew this was going to be hard and he didn't want you to have to do it on your own. You wanted him to come so desperately so you said yes and both of you got ready to leave. You booked hotel rooms close to the hospital, one for the two of you and one for your dad. You thought the room had two queens but once you got there you saw that it was just one king. Your anxiety was through the roof so Greg said it was fine and that he would just sleep in the chair with his feet propped up.
Once you had gone to the hospital and seen your mom and picked up your dad you were more than exhausted. Emotionally and physically you were drained. You curled up in the hotel bed and just started to cry, something you hadn't let yourself do yet. Greg curled up next to you and tried his best to comfort you. The two of you hadn't been together that long so he wasn't quite sure exactly what to do but he was there and honestly that's all you needed. You fell asleep curled up together that night. It was the first time the two of you had shared a bed. It was very comforting. He had dropped everything to come and support you during an extremely hard moment in your life and that meant a lot to you. It showed you just how loving and committed Greg was to you. That moment lives in your heart forever as one of the best things Greg ever did for you.
Jim Moriarty is quite the character to say the least. The two of you had been friends for years and you had been a part of his network from its start. One day while planning a scheme the two of you were following a big time hedge fund manager. His wife and a few of his associates wanted him gone and you needed to make it look like an accident. In order to understand everything about him you posed as a married couple and bought the house across the street.
Your first night there together all you had for furniture was an inflatable air mattress on the floor of the office. It was the room with the best fews into the house. After you had made sure the couple was asleep you broke into the house while Jim watched from the window. It was incredibly fun to get to hear Jim's reactions to everything you found. After getting back to the house and going over everything you were exhausted. Jim wanted to stay up and make a few notes about the plan so you curled up on the bed while he sat on it. Unable to get comfortable, you eventually shifted to have your head on his leg. He was confused at first but did move you. Once he was done with his notes he didn't move for fear of waking you. He sat there all night long just so you would be content.
