Sherlock had never quite woken up, but he never quite got all the way back to sleep, either. His bladder was telling him that he should get up as well, and as the big spoon, he knew that John could now feel the evidence of both his bladder and the dreams that he had been having pressing up against his thigh.
But he tried to be good for as long as he could, letting John sleep. He really had needed it, both of them had.
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Date: 2018-04-04 03:05 am (UTC)But he tried to be good for as long as he could, letting John sleep. He really had needed it, both of them had.