Thunder

Thunder rumbled gently above them and rain pattered on the windowsill. Flashes of lightening leaked in around the curtains and lit up the dark room. A particularly loud bout of thunder rolled over them and John gasped and pressed himself closer to Sherlock. Sherlock ran his fingers comfortingly through the ex-soldier's hair. they lay huddled together under the duvet just listening. Their breathing settled back in synch and John's heartbeat calmed slightly but it still thrummed quickly against Sherlock's touch. Pins and needles prickled his hand because his arm was trapped under John's body. Sherlock rolled over on to his back, pulling John with him so the older man's head was pillowed by his chest. Sherlock wrapped his arm tighter around John's hips and looked down at the man pressed against his chest. His hair was in need of a cut and free of its usual gel it stuck in all directions. John had most of Sherlock's t-shirt balled up in his hands so the blond tufts of hair tickled Sherlock's exposed skin when Sherlock breathed. Sherlock resumed playing with his hair gently.
The thunder rumbles got quieter and fewer over time until the only sound left was rain against the window and their breathing. John's heartbeat steadied and his breathing got deeper in sleep. His fingers went lax and loosened on Sherlock's t-shirt. Sherlock sighed gently before closing his eyes. John's gently breathing and sleepy snuffles lulled him finally to sleep.