Wakefulness came slowly for Sherlock. His eyes were still closed, he could only see darkness, but he could feel that he was awake... alive.. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they were made of lead.
He groaned, very softly, turning his head slightly. Why wouldn't his eyes open? His mouth felt as dry as the desert, his lips were parched. His tongue touched his lips, wetting them slightly.
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Date: 2018-03-01 10:57 pm (UTC)He groaned, very softly, turning his head slightly. Why wouldn't his eyes open? His mouth felt as dry as the desert, his lips were parched. His tongue touched his lips, wetting them slightly.
Another low groan came from deep inside of him.