I Need You.

[sockrodite]

"I Need You."

Maybe it's desperation. Maybe it's just the right time. Maybe you're in the heat of the moment, body-to-body, and you don't even think about it. Maybe you're scared, or angry, or maybe you're so overcome with love that you can't help but say it. Whatever the reason, you've found yourself with someone important: your partner, your family, your rival, your lover, the person of your dreams--and the words have fallen from your lips.

"I need you."

How do they react? How do you react if they've said it to you?

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[captainwatson]

"Exactly, you're here now. I don't want that to change by having you run off on a case when you're still not well and not...N-not coming back." John says, wincing as he tries to keep his emotions in check.

Because John is never there at the right time to protect him.

"Let's just go to sleep, okay?" he says, softly, touching his hand.

[desecrated]

Sherlock looks down at John's hand.
John doesn't really want to touch me, or does he?

Nods again.
He's pretty sure he won't be able to sleep.
Considering the nightmare that's still fresh in his mind.
Yes. That would be best.

Don't talk about the emotions you don't understand, Sherlock.

[captainwatson]

John might try to keep his hand on Sherlock's, or at least close beside him, as they lay down to sleep. He needs to make sure he can feel Sherlock's skin or his warmth. Know that he's safe. He's there.

"She's never coming back." He assures Sherlock, sensing his tension; "I can promise you that much."

[desecrated]

Sherlock faces John, he can't bear the risk of John seeing... his back again.
She's never coming back. "I-I know." He doesn't really. He still feels like she's there, ready to snatch John away or hurt him or hurt someone else.

And she'd enjoy doing it.
He likes John touching him. Too much.

Selfish.

[captainwatson]

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop her. I'm sorry I...married her." John sighs.

[[Ooc: work till 10:30]]

[desecrated]

Sherlock faces him. "Not John's fault. Sher-Sherlock left."
It's my fault. I left you, you married her. I deserved it.

[captainwatson]

John frowns; "Why is Sherlock talking in third person?"

How much did that bitch break you?

[desecrated]

"I mean, I-I left." There's shades of fear of being sectioned. You're ill, perhaps you should be in hospital?

"I'm - it wasn't your fault, John. I left, I - I was just ... saying what I was thinking."
What he tells himself when it hurts when John isn't there, why doesn't John understand?

[captainwatson]

John sighs and shuffles over, moving his hand to rest on the back of Sherlock's head.

"It's no one's fault but that woman's and she's gone." He assures Sherlock, firmly; "You left because you thought it was for the best. And...as much as it hurt, I've accepted you were right. I just feel guilty because...I should never have moved on. I should have had faith you survived and even if I couldn't...How could I have tried to pretend I could be with anyone who wasn't...you?"

It's you. It's always you. Sherlock Holmes, you keep me alive.

[desecrated]

Sherlock doesn't know how to respond to that. Be with anyone who wasn't... you.
"Wha-what?"

Maybe he heard wrong.
Maybe he wanted to hear it so badly.

[captainwatson]

John blushes. God, it would be so much easier if Sherlock understood what he was saying. He finds it hard to say it clearer.

"I only got with Mary because I thought she could replace you. I was wrong. I should have known that no one could take your place. It's like...we're bound together, yeah? No matter what happens."

He squeezes Sherlock's hand.

[desecrated]

Sherlock squeezes John's hand back. This is more than 'yes of course I forgive you', 'yes of course you're my best friend'...

He's shaking a little in shock.
John ... you don't...

How could he love you back?

[captainwatson]

Is Sherlock shaking from the withdrawal or...because of what John's said?

He's afraid to ask.

John shuffles closer and draws him into his arms, gently holding him close.

"Sherlock...I love you." There. Done.

[desecrated]

Sherlock makes a quiet sound, trying to muffle it with his hand.
This is too close, this is far too close, John's going to - but John's... saying it.
He'll probably feel his accelerated heart rate and the shakes.

He buries his head in John's shoulder.
"I... love you."

[captainwatson]

He smiles, feeling his heart lift, and he runs his fingers through Sherlock's curls.

"I know..." He whispers, softly.

He's always known, he thinks. It's just been hard for him to trust what he knows is real. Especially when it comes to people's feelings for John.

Who would ever really love him?

[desecrated]

He sighs. John ... knows? John's hands on his curls feels nice. He still shakes but he starts to relax.
Breathe. John smells wonderful.

How can John love him?

[captainwatson]

He keeps the stroking motions as he starts to relax and the tiredness kicks in again.

"I don't love the cases or the action, you know." he whispers; "Of course they're fun but...It's you, Sherlock, that makes me happy. Whether we're chasing criminals or just having a take-away in front of the telly. Or like here, just now...It's always you."

He kisses his temple and closes his eyes.

[desecrated]

Sherlock feels tired and weak and curls in John's arms.
I make you happy. Me. Sherlock. I made John happy. I do make John happy.

"J-john Watson, it's always you, you keep me ... right."
It's comfortable right here.

[captainwatson]

John hums, feeling a euphoric swell of contentment. He smiles and nestles against Sherlock as he starts to fall asleep.

[desecrated]

Sherlock might try to doze, before he wakes up very very nauseous and has to extract himself from John's arms, and vomits quite emphatically in the sink.

It doesn't feel good. None of it does.

[captainwatson]

John wakes at the movement and pushes himself up, following Sherlock.

He would prefer he threw up in the loo but he doesn't nag. He just rubs his back and keeps his curls back.

I'm here. I'm here.

[desecrated]

He leans on John as he tries to catch his breath, automatically clutching him for dear life.
Breathe. Breathe.

"Th-this won't be ... pleasant."

[captainwatson]

John holds him upright with strong arms.

"No. But it won't last too long. It was just a small relapse, if you can call it that." He comforts; "Come have some water?"

[desecrated]

He's very close to John and nods.
Yeah, water would be good. His mouth feels dry.

John's holding him. Why does that feels so good?

[captainwatson]

John pours him a fresh glass and holds it to his lips.

He uses a cloth to wipe his forehead.

"Bit better now?"