#frozen lung

You pursed your lips at him, catching his cheeks to tilt his face, “I don’t spend hours on end looking at and drawing the contents of your freezer. This face on the other hand…”

He chuckled softly as you stroked his cheekbones and then hissed when you gently pressed your fingers on either side of his nose, “Your nose is definitely broken but not out of place. Which is good.” “Obviously.” “Don’t get smart with me when I’m trying to help you, Sherlock,” you huffed, rolling your eyes as you started to wipe away the blood with the towel. There was a period of silence as he let you clean his face and then splint his nose, trying your best to make it as painless as possible through the blur, before lightly pressing the lung over it. You shifted to get up but he grabbed your hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, mumbling, “Thank you.” Sighing as you set the lung aside for a moment, you bent to press a quick chaste kiss to his lips before resting your forehead on his, “I’m sorry my brother broke your nose. If it’s any consolation, I meant what I said… last night was fantastic.” “You have done nothing to warrant an apology, (F/n), but yes- that does ease my pain a bit,” he thrummed as his lips curled up deviously, catching yours again for something a little less chaste as he pulled your hips against him and pressed your core against his. Pulling away from the kiss, you let out a soft giggle and traced your thumb over his Cupid’s bow, “Easy there, genius. Let’s not upset John any more than we already have.” He simply smirked and did it again but this time slid his hands down back of the boxers to cup your cheeks and you involuntarily melted into him with a squeak that turned into a soft moan. You internally cursed him and gave in a little by nuzzling into his neck before resisting his advances with a chuckle, pulling away from his chest as you shook your head, “Look at you… Acting like a horny teen. Give me those naughty hands.” You pulled his hands from you and pressed the lung into one, moving it onto his nose again before murmuring, “There. That should keep the pesky things appropriately busy for a while.” He pouted slightly as you slipped off his lap to stretch your arms over your head with a yawn, immediately yelping and throwing them back down to clutch at your shoulder in pain. Sherlock tilted his head down to look at you worriedly and John appeared just in time to see it happen, frowning at you as he scolded, “That’s why you need to wear the sling, (F/n).” John seemed to have calmed considerably but Sherlock smartly slipped away to put on some clothes, leaving the two of you alone to figure things out before John had to leave. Your brother did want to talk with you but wasn’t sure how to approach it, shuffling uncomfortably while you sighed and rolled your shoulder with a grimace before catching your blurry reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. He watched your eyes go wide as you pulled at the collar of the shirt you were wearing to get a better look at all the purple splotches covering your skin, hesitantly venturing, “You okay, (F/n)?” “I just want to live my life without pain for one minute- is that too much to ask?” you grumbled, pulling your eyes away from the mirror to glare at the floor before adding, “Clearly the universe hates me.” “The universe doesn’t hate you, Squeak,” he countered as you flopped down on the couch and curled up to face the back of it. “Then why do these things keep happening to me?” you huffed dolefully and John just sort of floundered, not having expected the conversation to go in this direction on top of not having an answer to give you. When he didn’t respond you continued, curling further into yourself, “Maybe I deserve it.” “No,” he snapped firmly, “You could never deserve this, (F/n). Not ever.” “But I did run... I was stupid to think I could just slip away and start over without some sort of consequence- without some sort of punishment.” He plopped down on the couch to almost roughly pull you up and take your face in his hands, “Stop it. Punishment implies that you did something wrong and you didn’t.” You looked down towards his lap unsurely and he determinedly demanded, “Look at me.” When your eyes lifted to meet his, he repeated, “You did nothing wrong, (F/n). You had every right to leave and he had no right to do this to you. Sometimes bad things happen to good people- that’s all. You didn’t and don’t deserve any of this. Say it.” You blinked at him a couple of times, chewing at your lip, and then took a deep breath, “I didn’t deserve this.” “Good,” he praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he added, “Thoughts like that shouldn’t even cross your mind, Squeak… when they do you come talk to me, alright?” “Ok, Johnny,” you sighed and he demanded, “Promise me.” A small grin lit up your face as you chuckled, “I promise, John.” Letting his hands fall, he opened his mouth to broach the subject of you and Sherlock being intimate when Sherlock burst into the room, hurriedly buttoning his shirt with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He paused to remove it, announcing through the toothpaste, “Case. Go put some clothes on.” You hopped up happily but John caught your arm, glaring at Sherlock, “She still can’t see fully, Sherlock. You can’t take her.” “I’m not staying home alone again. I can see well enough and either way, I’m going outside today. Wouldn’t you prefer it to be with someone?” you countered, raising an eyebrow at your brother. A number of things ran through John’s head as he considered that, the first and foremost being a sense of relief that you and Sherlock wouldn’t be left alone in the flat to your own devices. Beyond that it got complicated, you could either be left alone at home- giving you the opportunity to leave the flat on your own and get into some sort of trouble- or you could go with Sherlock which was rather like you being alone since he was already in full focus case mode. John came to a decision, letting out a heavy sigh, “Fine but I’m coming with you.” “What? Why?” you wondered, furrowing your brow at him as Sherlock pointed out, “You have a shift at the clinic.” “I’ll call in. I don’t want you getting left behind if he starts to run off... among other things,” he offered, shooting a glare at Sherlock at the last part. The consulting detective didn’t seem to notice or care, pointing to you with his toothbrush to give the muffled exclamation, “Clothes. Now,” before turning on his heel to go back to the bathroom. You grabbed your duffle from next to the door where Mycroft had left it the day before and kicked Sherlock out of the bathroom to make yourself look presentable as he protested, “I’ve already seen you naked, (F/n).” “Say that again and that will be the last time you do. Now get out,” you snapped in annoyance, pushing him out and shutting the door in his face. John almost felt bad for Sherlock as he pulled a face at the door- almost- before letting out a satisfied chuckle at his flatmate’s misfortune. If Sherlock wanted to learn about being in a relationship then he had to experience all the less then desirable parts as well, he mused in his mind, and the detective looked slightly confused as he paced back into the main room to grab his coat and scarf. When Sherlock stalked out a moment later John sighed, calling out to you before heading after him to make sure he didn’t leave prematurely, “Squeak, he’s out the door and down the stairs already! Hurry it up!” Much like the first case you’d gone on with them, you tumbled down the stairs less than a minute later, trying to pull your shoes on while struggling with your sling. You lost your balance and went careening into the wall at the bend just as you got your first shoe over your heel, hopping down the last set of stairs while you tried to do the same with other and grumbled, “I have got to stop trying to put my shoes on while going down the stairs. I just fixed that wall from the last time…” Finally reaching John as Sherlock split out the door to call a cab, you caught his arm with the hand in the sling for balance and stuck your tongue out as you concentrated on getting your heel into your shoe with the other. “Are you alri-“ John started before you loudly exclaimed, “GOT IT!” and skipped off out the door as you called over your shoulder, “Don’t just stand there, John! Keep up!” He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he took off at a jog to get into the cab before it pulled away from the curb, gently pushing you to the other side so you didn't have a chance to sit next to Sherlock.