Only John Watson could tell you how weird it was to wake up in an unfamiliar closet with Sherlock Holmes lying on top of you.
He didn’t know how he got there, he didn’t know why Sherlock was on top of him, and he didn’t remember anything after hazily leaving the bar with Sherlock, fresh beer bottle in hand and ready for a drunken chase of a criminal. Here he was, though. In a closet. Where? He didn’t know. And Sherlock was on top of him, currently nuzzled into his chest, his leg in-between John’s.
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