Somewhere in the middle of the night, Sherlock woke back up, feeling much more rested and like himself. As a vampire, he really only needed a minimum of rest, and he only ate to keep up appearances. He would have been fine for feeding except that John had drained him quite thoroughly.
He looked at John, sleeping beside him, and smiled. This man. HIS man. He was going to get to do this every day. He very gently pulled away from John, who made a soft noise in his sleep but thankfully didn't awake. Sherlock kissed him once, tenderly, then got dressed and went out to feed.
He was back well before the sun came up He thought very hard about going back to sleep next to John, but he knew sleep wouldn't come. It was always impossible to sleep after a good feed, and he had had quite a catch tonight, It was almost like an adrenaline rush after he fed. Of course he never fed enough to either kill or to turn them, so sometimes he had to drink from more than one victim. After 400 years, he knew exactly how far to go without going too far.
So he let John sleep and spent time on his computer and conducting a few experiments in the kitchen. He heard John get up and go to the loo. He wondered, hoped, that John wouldn't regret rushing into what they did last night.
"Good morning John." He said, a bit tentatively as the man entered the kitchen, looking like a human again. He tried not to feel disappointed.
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Date: 2019-06-10 01:31 pm (UTC)He looked at John, sleeping beside him, and smiled. This man. HIS man. He was going to get to do this every day. He very gently pulled away from John, who made a soft noise in his sleep but thankfully didn't awake. Sherlock kissed him once, tenderly, then got dressed and went out to feed.
He was back well before the sun came up He thought very hard about going back to sleep next to John, but he knew sleep wouldn't come. It was always impossible to sleep after a good feed, and he had had quite a catch tonight, It was almost like an adrenaline rush after he fed. Of course he never fed enough to either kill or to turn them, so sometimes he had to drink from more than one victim. After 400 years, he knew exactly how far to go without going too far.
So he let John sleep and spent time on his computer and conducting a few experiments in the kitchen. He heard John get up and go to the loo. He wondered, hoped, that John wouldn't regret rushing into what they did last night.
"Good morning John." He said, a bit tentatively as the man entered the kitchen, looking like a human again. He tried not to feel disappointed.