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Those Seven Confusing Weeks	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Week 7 part 1
John's decision to talk to Sherlock had been a good idea. They returned to their 'better than normal' routine and Sherlock backed off giving John some time to think. For all of one day. To be fair to Sherlock it was partly John's fault that he started up again. In all of his confusion John had forgotten to tell Sherlock that he had taken that particular day off of work.
He was able to sleep in for about 30 minutes before Sherlock started lightly knocking on his door.
"What?...I'm trying to sleep."
From behind the door Sherlock said, "John, you're going to be late for work."
"Not working today. Lemme sleep."
When his door opened and Sherlock peeked in, John made the mistake of looking. His flat mate appeared overly concerned. "Why?"
"Hell, didn't I tell you I took the day off?"
"No you didn't." With his voice also full of concern, he asked again "Why?"
Burying his head under the blanket John knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep. "I'll be up in a minute."
John eventually got up, threw on his pajamas and went downstairs for breakfast feeling a bit grumpy that he wasn't still sleeping.
Sherlock eyed him suspiciously while he ate. "Why did you take the day off?"
"Nothing diabolical. I need to run some errands, go to the bank, post office, market. And also just wanted a day to relax."
"Oh." Sherlock seemed so pleasantly surprised that John's grumpiness faded. He was probably stressing himself watching for any reactions from John after their talk.
Trying to lighten the mood he smiled and joked, "Sorry, next time I'll be sure to make a note in my laptop so you won't be surprised." He got up to get dressed to the sound of Sherlock laughing.
After getting ready to go out he almost ran into Sherlock who was standing right outside his bedroom door. There was a silly grin on his face.
"What is it Sherlock?"
"Would you like some company today?"
It was John's turn to be surprised. "I…Yes that would be nice."
"I'll just be a minute." Sherlock barreled down the stairs and ran into his own room.
By the time John got downstairs and finished getting ready to head out Sherlock reappeared complete dressed and smiling like a giant git.
Still giggling at how giddy Sherlock was acting John's mind didn't unhinge when Sherlock started holding his hand during their cab ride.
.. ..
The day had been very nice. Spending the afternoon with Sherlock out of the flat had been enjoyable and John was pleasantly relaxed by the time they got comfortable on the couch that night. He stayed relaxed right up until he said he need to go to bed. Relaxed left when Sherlock leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Goodnight John."
John didn't freak out. He did blink a lot and opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he had forgotten how to speak but he didn't freak out.
"Ok...goodnight Sherlock."
He didn't get much sleep. As he kept thinking about the wonderful day they had and those soft, tempting lips. His time to be at ease as probably over. John had to figure out what he felt for Sherlock. Obviously his was aroused at the physical contact but mentally he just couldn't get a handle on it. Sherlock wasn't unattractive, he was just, well, a man. And being attracted to a man was just too at odds with what he knew of himself, at least what he thought he knew.
.. ..
During lunch the next day John stared at Sherlock probably a little too much. He kept trying to see if the sight of his flat mate caused any of those sparks he felt when they touched. Of course it didn't help that Sherlock probably figured out what he was doing so he kept distracting John, making him laugh by 'deducing' everyone in the restaurant with ridiculous claims.
.. ..
Adding to his inability to think it through, that night while curled up against him, Sherlock held his hand while their watched a movie. It was causing him very conflicting emotions. His body was enjoying the hell out of Sherlock tracing his finger along the back of his hand but his mind didn't couldn't get past the phrase 'I'm not gay'.
And oh bloody hell his confusion went through the roof when Sherlock reached up and started caressing his neck. John closed his eyes trying to shut down his mind and just enjoy it.
Then he felt Sherlock's lips against his own and without thinking he kissed back. When their lips parted, John had no thoughts at all as their tongues met. Long, delicate fingers started running through his hair. As their tongues explored the only thing he understood was how incredibly good it felt. Caressing the back of Sherlock's head he was completely lost in the moment.
Sherlock broke the kiss and bit John's lower lip seductively through his ragged breathe. As those sweet lips trailed down his chin to his neck John was so incredibly turned on he started moaning.
"Oh..god."
And unfortunately right then his mind caught up. He was making out with his best mate. It was too much to handle all at once.
Releasing his grip from Sherlock's hair and gasping, he whispered "Sherlock...please...stop…"
Still breathing heavy Sherlock put his head back on John's shoulder and just held him.
Fuck that was intense.
He needed to calm down as he was on the verge of freaking out. And calming down wasn't going to be possible being so turned on sitting next to him. He abruptly excused himself to go to bed.
"Goodnight Sherlock."
"Goodnight John."
And he felt like a complete arse when he turned to look back and saw Sherlock had tucked his legs in close to his chest, his head resting on his knees, not looking at him. He could only hope Sherlock meant it when he said he would give John patience to work through this.
.. ..
Not long after he had gone to his room, being unable to sleep yet again, he heard Sherlock talking. He quietly opened the door and could hear Sherlock arguing with someone. It was one sided so he was probably on his phone.
"I'm not having this conversation with you again."
"I don't care what your concerns are."
"Then talk to me now."
"What difference does that make?"
"Fine." He growled.
Then he heard Sherlock walk down the stairs and leave the flat.
John went to the window and saw Sherlock get into a black car. It looked like one of Mycroft's.
What the fucking hell? Not this crazy shite again.
Trying to process all of this, John's was tempted to just go to a pub and numb his mind, it was too overwhelming.
.. ..
Just like the last time Mycroft called and Sherlock left the house, he wasn't home that next morning but at least he met John for lunch.
Lunch was not as fun as the day before, no doubt about that. Sherlock stared at him intently not saying much. When it was almost time for John to head back to surgery he finally said, "John, I need to ask you something."
"Sure. Of course."
"Is it the attention you like?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you just attracted to the attention I give you?" He didn't look angry, just very serious.
"What? No, I..." Pausing, he realized he really didn't know the answer to that question, it had never occurred to him.
"I don't think so...I...um...need to think about it I guess."
"Hmm...Okay."
"I..."
Sherlock gave him a smile placing his hand on John's and as always made things more difficult.
"You need to get back to work."
.. ..
John returned to his office but after about five minute his mind basically said 'fuck it' so he left early and went home. When he got to their flat Sherlock wasn't there. John went to his room and paced for the rest of the day.
Was it just the attention? Sherlock had normally overlooked him before all this started. Was he just captivated by the attention from the brilliant detective?
He knew he cared for him and on more than one occasion he had been willing to die for him. The idea of Sherlock focusing so much on him was delightful and had made it easier to deal with all the bizarre behavior but he couldn't imagine that was all he wanted from Sherlock.
As he continued to think and pace for far too long he replayed the events of the last six weeks. After a while two specific things stood out that made it clear it was more than just Sherlock's attention he craved.
First was the previous week when things had gone back to unpleasantly normal, when Sherlock returned to ignoring him. He had missed the attention yes but it was more than that. He missed the closeness that had developed between them. Before all this he had thought of Sherlock as his best mate but after it had become something more.
And when he had wanted go back to all the weirdness and confusion it wasn't for the attention but because he missed what they were becoming to each other. Even without knowing where it would lead he wanted whatever it was.
And the other important moment was when he had heard Sherlock crying.
He had been around other people he cared about when they had broken down but he had never felt his heart ache so much at the thought of someone he cared about hurting. And as he thought about that moment his heart started to burn again. It became obvious now what he felt.
It wasn't the attention, he more than cared. He needed Sherlock. Needed to be a part of his life. To be around him all the time, to share everything with him.
He needed Sherlock more than anyone he had ever met. He didn't know if it was love but it was his 'something more'.
But god damn it, he still didn't know how to deal with the physical side of all of this. He didn't know if he would ever see Sherlock that way. If he could ever be comfortable with the idea of being intimate with a man, with Sherlock.

Present
When they eventually woke up Sherlock suggested breakfast. John got out of bed and started to put on his pajamas but Sherlock gave him an exaggerated frown.
"Oh come on, I don't want to walk around the flat naked while you work."
He made it an extra big frown.
John continued to protest. "But it's cold."
Sherlock pulled the blanket off the bed and tossed it to him, smiling like a fool now.
"You're a nutter." John grabbed at the blanket and wrapped it around himself.
Sherlock worked on the case for as long as it took John to eat breakfast and settle down to watch the morning news. Lying on the couch in just the damn blanket he noticed Sherlock staring.
About 30 seconds later Sherlock joined him on the couch sliding behind him resting his head against John's side.
When a hand slipped under the blanket and started rubbing his stomach John stopped watching the news. Sherlock gazed up at him with beautiful, doey eyes. John was loving every second of Sherlock being in quiet but affectionate mood.
But the queit was interputed when Sherlock's phone rang. He didn't move though.
"Not going to answer it?"
"It's Lestrade."
"He's going to mad...even more so that is."
"Mmm." The hand on his stomach was moving down slowly.
"You're not going to work on the case?"
"I will when I don't have something better to do."
John smiled, looking into those sweet eyes. "And what better things are there to do?"
Sherlock didn't answer but his fingers were teasing, moving down past his waist.
"Do you want to take this to the bedroom?"
Sherlock chuckled, "It doesn't always have to lead to sex John."
"Well if you keep doing that it will."
Sherlock's hand paused just below John's waist then moved back up to his stomach.
With a sly grin. "Hmm you're right. Maybe we should take a little break."
"A break?"
"I wouldn't want you to think that's all I want from you'
John put his hand on top of Sherlock's and started moving it back down.
"Yes….we wouldn't want me to think that."

Week 7 is broken up into two parts because of the length. Part two will be next.
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- 11
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