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     Chapter 8: Cuffs and Dreams
     32 hours. 32 hours John has left Sherlock and I cuffed together. 32 hours Sherlock has been dragging me around, mostly because a case came up. No one from the Yard decided to help, and it was extremely awkward when one of us needed the toilet. I mean seriously, we had to be in the same room, we could hear each other go, that's something NO ONE wants to go through. 32 damn hours… Sherlock and I have gotten no sleep, mostly because Sherly won't let me sleep, and because of that I feel like I'm about to collapse and Sherlock is making me sit in the kitchen as he experiments, because he's moving his arm a lot, I decided to sit on the floor and allow him to pull my arm around. I slowly close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
     I had no idea how much time passed when I finally awoke but I was in Sherlock's bedroom with him straddling me. We were no longer cuffed. 'When did he…?' He smirks and leans closer. “Happy to see me love~?” He purrs out. He leans forward, slowly taking that sexy purple shirt of his off before throwing it to the side and placing his hands on either side of my head. 'Oh god yes…' 'This should be interesting. “Lets have some fun~” He purrs out sexually as one of his hands slides down my body and he leans in close. 'Just a little more…' “(First), wake up. It's morning.” 'Huh?' “Wake up!”
     
Suddenly I jolt awake and look around the room, Sherlock's bedroom… I had only been here several times before… usually to drag Sherlock to bed so he'd sleep… I turn my head to see Sherlock laying next to me concerned.
     
“You were moaning in your sleep...” 'That dream must have been after several others… explains the certain conditions of my body… hot, damp and… um… well I'll just stop there.' “What were you dreaming about?” He asks, concerned or was that jealousy?
     
“Nothing important, those dreams shouldn't be happening in the first place.” 'Despite the fact that I love them…' He nods as if he understands. 'Maybe he does.' 'Doubt it…'
     
“I think it's best we get John to remove these cuffs… where did he get them from…?” With both of us stumped we just shrug it off as unimportant.
     
“Okay, I'm coming in, you two better be decent!” 'Lestrade?!' Said man walks in moments later with his eyes closed.
     
“We're decent Graham.” Sherlock mutters, not remembering Greg's name. Lestrade soon opens his eyes and holds up the key to the cuffs. 'That explains a lot…'
     
“My name is Greg, Sherlock. How is that so hard to remember?” Lestrade asks frustratedly.
     
“Not important.” Is the only reply he gets and to which he rolls his eyes.
     
“Typical. Hey (First).”
     
“Hey Greg...” 'This is so awkward….'
      
Turns out John thought it would be a good idea for Sherlock and I to be cuffed together for an unknown reason and got Greg to supply the handcuffs. After Greg unlocked the cuffs John walked in with a phone in his hand.
     
“(First), your parents are visiting, says they'll be here tomorrow.” 'Well fu-'
Hey, finally chapter 8... WRITERS BLOCK!!! 
Sorry for it being so short and taking such a long time... exams are another excuse I could use. 
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AmeliaSmith1997 Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I love this story please update soon!
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P-Paradox Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The next chapter is in the making, don't worry!
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