HI MATT

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock has:

• an armchair by the fire
• an expression of unreasonable cheer
• a mug of cold-pressed coffee
• a truly impressive collection of hickeys, accented by a well-bitten lip that only recently stopped bleeding.

Comments

[wearsthecoats]

Thoughtfully: "Not a bad way to do it, I don't think."

[semicharmed]

His lips quirk.

"I'm trying to make it work for me."

[wearsthecoats]

"Good luck," he offers.

[semicharmed]

Matt sighs pleasantly, letting his eyes shut again.

"There's a distinct possibility I may actually enter REM for a little bit here," he murmurs.

[wearsthecoats]

He chuckles. "Should I wake you up if it looks like you're going to sleep the night?"

[semicharmed]

"Oh God yes," he snorts.

"I promised you one more round. I'm not a quitter."

[wearsthecoats]

"Good boy," he says semi-affectionately, pressing a kiss to Matt's forehead.

[semicharmed]

... Yeah. He's into that.

It doesn't register in more than a sleepy shiver, however.


Matt does fall asleep. But it takes a little while, it's not for long, and it's uneasy when he does. Nothing major, just a bit of restlessness.

Eventually he yawns and gives a stretch.

"MmmokayI'mup."

[wearsthecoats]

For which news he receives a peck on the cheek in return.

[semicharmed]

"Hi."

He grins.

Nnnnot actually sitting up yet.

[wearsthecoats]

"Although I believe you technically still qualify as down."

[semicharmed]

"... Is that a pun?"

[wearsthecoats]

"I don't think it's clever enough to count."

[semicharmed]

"Touche."

He yawns again, this time pushing himself onto his elbows.

[wearsthecoats]

"Ah, ascent achieved at last." Sherlock smiles up at him.

[semicharmed]

Matt sticks out his tongue.

"I'm getting there."

Now he's sitting all the way up!

And reaching over to trail his fingertips over Sherlock's collarbone.

[wearsthecoats]

He emits a cheerful kittenish hum.

[semicharmed]

He laughs softly.

[wearsthecoats]

"Hush you," he says, lazily.

[semicharmed]

Matt grins.

"I didn't say anything ..."

[wearsthecoats]

"You giggled. That's worse."

[semicharmed]

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, fingers drifting penitently up his neck.

(He is lying. It was adorable and he has no regrets.)

[wearsthecoats]

"The hell you are."

[semicharmed]

"Yeah, not really," he admits.

An untroubled ceilingward expression.

"You're welcome to try and persuade me to be, though. We've still got one more round of experiments."

[wearsthecoats]

"Mmmm. Persuade you how?" he inquires. "Does positive reinforcement or negative suit your fancy better?"