The faintest dust can cause the most vigorous sneeze(Sherlock m)

[kushamisukii]

I had an idea in class when I heard the line "the faintest dust can cause the most vigorous sneeze " . I wanted to write something where John observed Sherlock sneezing. I also wanted it to be fluffy and cute so that's what I'm going for haha.  I kindof want to turn this into a fic where they end up caring for each other and maybe make it a bunch of times they act  fluffy and cute..Who knows but if you want to tell me what would be cute with them if you have an idea I'll see if I can write it in hehe.

......

 

John walked into the sitting room and saw Sherlock struggling with an impending sneeze. He was in his chair with his profile to John. John took note of his slender nose was writhing amidst his contorting face and John felt his heart swell with how endearing he found this man before him. How could Sherlock be so endearing when he was struggling to sneeze?!

 

He wondered what piece of dust ever so small and dainty could have snuck its way high up into Sherlocks sensitive nose causing him to sniffle and tear up in preparation for a violent sneeze..or sneezes..

Any little thing could have gotten up there to inconvenience the detective who sniffed carelessly around the flat deducing everything. The detective was precise about the dust in the room which he was certainly not immune to as he most definately thought. 

What a git. 

John smiled a half one and cocked his head downward slightly. This man had enthralled him with his endless deductions and wit. Still he was captivated by the heart behind the brain and the tenderness that was the bouncing dark curls that left a fresh smell in the air in the morning. Or he thought on the prominent cheekbones that made his presence known to the confidence in the stride of his long legs.  The way he looked dainty somehow in his long coat. John thought of the way Sherlock ripped the scarf off his neck and it somehow left John feeling exposed. He thought on the way Sherlock always had John's best interests at heart.

He's something else. But I wouldn't mind sharing this flat with him forever..

John broke out of his thoughts as Sherlock hitched shuddery breaths that were so audible the detective looked jarred. John strained his eyes scrutinizing Sherlocks face while his doctor mode began sliding over his senses. 

"Sherlock..You okay ?"

He noted the bit of shiny wet just under Sherlocks nose and realized he was definately coming down with something.

The night before they had been in a cab,  Sherlock was practically laying in the seat with his head propped under the window when he lunged forward with a vigorous sneeze that caused him to hit his head on the seat in front of him. John had laughed as Sherlock sniffled up a gurgling mess of an aftermath and a shade of flushing pink adorned his cheekbones while his eyes averted to the window. John looked at him smiling and asked him if he was alright.

"Mm'fine" was all Sherlock muttered crossing his arms and that was that. 

John was transfixed now on the detective whose dark purple shirt hugged him tightly. He was a man with warm blood pumping beneath soft skin even though he was a calculating machine. John bit his tongue at the thought...but he was jolted to the sound of...

Ahh...!

Sherlocks hitching was making John feel extremely sorry for the man who was struggling in a sneeze limbo or hell. He walked over to Sherlock whose eyes were squeezed tightly causing crinkles to show atop his nose. This delicate nose that was looking flushed and wet. 

Ahh..Johd..I'm not sure why I just ca..HA..I can't sn..AH oh god..Ahh...

"That's it Sherlock. Take it easy. It will come."

John stared at him and debated. 

Ugh John. You are a medical man. Help him.

He sighed and took a daring course of action and spoke.

"I'm going to help you now Sherlock if that's okay."

Sherlock nodded vigorously with eyes closed brimming with tears. He looked so desperate. He looked vulnerable.

John took a breath. Alright. 

He pinched his fingers around the bridge of Sherlocks nose and immediately a reaction begun. He felt the nose squish tenderly between his fingers and reminded him it was not anything to make a fuss about. 

..But it's Sherlock...This is his nose your pinching...

He shoved the thought. Sherlock pulled his face away from John and violently sneezed freely to the side. 

"Johd...I'm Sah...I'm so-HARASCHHHOOO'Ahhsorry."

He sniffed a liquid sniff and slumped in the chair. His cheeks were flushed and John felt his heart beating fast. He was so close to Sherlock and an intimate wave of tender emotion came over him. He wanted to take care of Sherlock and he wanted Sherlock to take care of him..Always..

Edited January 22, 2017 by kushamisukii

[Shamaël]

That was really cute! Poor Sherlock. I feel bad for him (no I don't, I absolutely don't). Well, this compensates a bit for the fact that we did not see Cumberbatch sneeze during the show... (sigh)

[kushamisukii]

thanks :)) I'm glad you enjoyed!

hahaha we never feel bad for him >:)

 and I know I'm as sad as you are. I really wanted to see him sneeze too. ugh, at least I got to read your version of the dying detective which was superb. Nothing like a hot, sick, Sherlocky mess  (but for real I wanted a Cumberbatch sneeze )

[kushamisukii]

John was sitting later in his chair watching the news when he heard a sneeze from the other room. The detective was still at it. John imagined Sherlock furiously rummaging through the bottom drawer sifting through his papers as he tried to find evidence for a case he had earlier accepted. He imagined him having to stop mid-shuffle with the papers held out in both hands in front of him. He would most certainly have squinted up towards the light for a painfully too long moment until he felt the terrible tickle waiver. He would release a small sigh, sniff, then of course..

heh...Hihh'EHSCH'hhoo

He would sneeze out the demanding tickle from deep in his nose, doubling forward into the papers unexpectedly and groan as he wiped his runny nose with the back of his hand.

John came out of the likely to be true fantasy and nervously picked lint from his pants. If Sherlock was getting ill he was going to behave worse than normal, John was sure of it. He knew Sherlock barely ate or slept and worked like a madman. Sorry, not 'like one' he definately was one. John smiled. However, it could only be ten times worse when the sod was sick, He could imagine Sherlock being reckless as usual because he would be dying not to be bored or to have a distraction from the discomfort he no doubt would be feeling. In fact, Sherlock was already on a case, this couldn't be any worse. John would have to be as dilligent as ever to make sure Sherlock didn't drive himself or John to an early grave. 

On this very thought Sherlock came through the hallway quite announced lunging for his coat and practically dancing his way through the room.

"John, for God's sakes why are you watching the news broadcast?"

John rolled his eyes. 

"Just because you believe that all news anchors are people who were failed by the school system and thus nothing they say is credible but rather lies doesn't mean I agree, in fact, how on earth can you possibly really believe that about every news anchor?"

"I just tell you what I observe Joh-Ihhh..HEH..'ISCHHHoo" He sprayed, doubling over with his head to the floor. 

"wow, the great Sherlock Holmes hardly in control of himself" John taunted smiling.

"Please John, a sneeze doesn't mean..heh.."

"yes?" John asked with a smile fetching upon his lips. He crossed his arms in amusement. "that you are coming down with something? you most certainly are."

Sherlocks eyes were glistening with tears, He had pointed his head up toward the light which danced about his elegant cheekbones and highlighted the tear sliding down from his eye. He didn't want to admit this, especially to John, but his head was pounding and his nose burned with a ferrocious itch that he needed to kill. He was feeling congested in his chest and almost felt like a bed to sleep on would be most..appealing. But he was also stubborn and he was working. There was no time for thi-

"ahh..OH for God's sa-iihhh...hehhh..." an impossibly long building up of breath was causing Sherlocks chest to rise and John was becoming worried and perplexed at his strong reaction.

"Sherlock...are you-"

"AHHIHHSchHHHooo...H'ihh'ESCHHooo...HUhhh...ohh..EHH'TSCHooo..EHt'KSCHOO..HEhh..HHZZ'ngtx.huhh.."

The explosion of sneezes came with two swift and loud ones, an impossible moment of itchy, heaving breath, a prominent messy release of an itch, and a resounding expulsion of irritant that ended with a struggled stifle and desperate sigh. The grand fit that made John decide Sherlock was in no state to leave the flat for case work. 

"Bless you. You look terrible, you need to rest." 

"Thank you John for your brilliant analyses, but as I'm sure you are aware, I am a grown man in fact and not in need of doctoring at the moment so I will see you later." As he stepped to move around from John he was halted by Johns firm grab to Sherlocks arm. Johns head was at Sherlocks shoulder where he said

"Sorry Sherlock, but doctors orders are final, and you are staying in tonight." 

"And what will make me stay?"

"If you don't sneeze in the next 3 sec-"

"AHHH..HUIH'ngxSCh..ahh...ESSCHHOO...uhnn"

Sherlock had managed to sneeze down onto Johns shoulder full force. In fact his nose remained on John's shoulder now and he didn't dare to move it for fear of John's reaction and the shame of having to aknowledge his current mess of a situation. He rubbed his nose on the fabric of Johns jumper, which was basically his tissue now he decided, to disconnect any wet mess and thus he could properly pull away. Upon pulling away Sherlock sniffed loudly and met Johns piercing gaze.

"John..I..umm.."

"Bedroom. now. coat. off. " Johns doctorly tone scolded.

Sherlock was quick to scurry off.

 

[kushamisukii]

I am writing this part at one in the morning while listening to the Sufjan Stevens album 'Carrie and Lowel.' My computer keeps messing up so If I get this posted it will be a miracle haha.

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John awoke at three in the morning to an incredibly loud commotion from the sitting room. He was jolted upright in his bed. There was a loud crashing noise and a thud. His soldier instincts began to get his blood circulating and his sense of alarm brought him to his feet. John had left a drowsy Sherlock in his own bed hours ago after taking his temperature. He had gone back once to leave medicine and a glass of water on the nightstand. He had felt Sherlock's forehead that was beaded with sweat and concluded it would do the sleuth some good to sleep and sweat out his sickness. He hoped the din from downstairs didn't disturb Sherlock until the panic crept into Johns' chest as he thought of what else it could have been.

Christ.. John raced down the stairs.

Upon turning into the sitting room he pursed his lip tightly.

"Jesus" John groaned through his gritted teeth.

Why did Sherlock always have to push himself beyond even his own unearthly limits? There Sherlock lay on the floor next to all of the contents that were previously on the shelf. John leaned down next to Sherlock and his irritation subsided and became replaced with true concern when he saw blood trickling down Sherlocks face. It was coming from a gruesome gash on his temple.

"How in the world did you manage.." John whispered under his breath. 

He immediately ran to the corner of the room where he kept his medical kit. John applied a disinfectant and gauze to the gash and gently pressed down on the wound. John wiped the sweat and blood off Sherlocks face gently. The sight of the crimson liquid upon the ivory skin and mixed with some damp black curls unsettled John immensely. He knew that Sherlock may be concussed but he opted not to call an ambulance. He could take care of everything himself. If Sherlock grew any worse however, it may come to that. 

After John had patched up his flatmate he trailed his finger down the side of his cheek. He reached his fingers to trail over the bandage on his temple and gently grazed it up to Sherlock's hairline where there was a hint of a bruise. It was probably from a book landing on his head. Sherlock must have been in a feverish delirium because God knows what he was trying to do getting out of bed. John was right, the man did need extra care when he was sick, it was like he needed a babysitter. He was sure Sherlock would be appalled by this idea. He combed is fingers through Sherlock's hair thoughtfully. Sherlock still felt feverish. He needed to get back to his bed. John placed his hand underneath Sherlock's neck and the other hand under his legs and he brought Sherlocks top half up so he was in a sitting like position, head held up like a baby in Johns' hand. 

"Alright Sherlock, I know it feels bad, but we need to get you to your bed." He spoke in his most soothing voice but still firmly trying to wake the detective enough that he would be able to stand...just long enough to get him into bed where he could fall right back into this deep slumber. 

Sherlock released a loud sigh. At least John had thought it was a sigh, but he quickly realized it was a building breath. John was staring closely at Sherlock's face he was holding up and could hardly react before Sherlock sneezed quickly and raggedly.

 

Hihh..kshZNX'ghhh..

 

It was a sleepy slur of a sneeze, but it was powerful enough to rouse Sherlock.

 

"Looks like you get an early start to your morning.." Sherlock sleepily slurred in a very congested, low voice and without opening his eyes. 

Edited January 27, 2017 by kushamisukii

[Shamaël]

On 26/01/2017 at 5:33 AM, kushamisukii said:

but for real I wanted a Cumberbatch sneeze

If only... (sigh)

19 hours ago, kushamisukii said:

If Sherlock was getting ill he was going to behave worse than normal, John was sure of it.

Oh yes, I'm sure of it too!

19 hours ago, kushamisukii said:

"wow, the great Sherlock Holmes hardly in control of himself" John taunted smiling.

Oh I loved this line! The mention of "control" (and of course the loss of it) when it's about sneezing is always enjoyable to me.

19 hours ago, kushamisukii said:

The explosion of sneezes came with two swift and loud ones, an impossible moment of itchy, heaving breath, a prominent messy release of an itch, and a resounding expulsion of irritant that ended with a struggled stifle and desperate sigh.

I really liked your description of the sneezes here.

And John taking care of Sherlock, of course, is always a pleasure! Thank you for continuing this!

[kushamisukii]

Sherlock opened the door quickly and swooped his arm around John to shove him into the small space. The closet was so small that John's face was in extreme close perimeter to Sherlocks chest. The rise and fall of his breath was pushing up soft fabric of the dark blazer to brush over johns cheek. 

"Sherlock" john began in a whisper "what are we doing he-"

Sherlock interrupted him with a loud shhh! Escaping out of his lips covered by one long index for dramatic effect. His unoccupied arm was caging john in this tight space with had hand pressed up against the wall. His head leaning up against the door so as not to be over Johns. 

"John, for gods sake an extremely dangerous criminal is coming around that corner any moment to engage in the highly illegal activity I have expected for the last week, so please not a word-hihh"

An amused smile stretched across John's lips. 

"Oh what's this now, sherlock..don't tell me you're going to sneeze."

He chuckled incredulously 

" unbelieveable, this is what happens in  crap telly"

"Ughhb..please joh'dhehhh.."

"You have to be quiet Sherlock !" John teased. He couldn't believe the sod had wasted all his breath giving a siloloquy on why John needed to be quiet and then engaged in a classic telly trope. Sherlock succumbing to this of all people was really getting to John. It was too funny but more than that it was really...endearing.

Sherlocks breath was hitching steadily as though he was still in control of a situation he could not, in fact, control. 

John could feel the warmth of sherlock radiating on him and Sherlock brought his violinist fingers to his nose. He positioned one finger below the bridge and the other hands fingers entangled his whole nose in a strong pinch. 

"Sorry johd..I may be affected by the duuhuhh..dust." He sniffed loudly what he could through congestion. Unfortunately it was unable to stop an impending dribble from Sherlocks tender nostril. 

"Well I'm not the one all worked up over this case and I'm not about to blow it..shit! Sherlock" John breathed. Footsteps were approaching loudly and it sounded like many more than they were expecting. 

John could feel his heart pounding in his ears as well and he could feel Sherlocks against him. He subconsciously began to hold his breath and only taking the most shallow and quick ones he could muster. Sherlock however, was not having as easy of a time coping with the situation.

His eyes were moist, eyelashes lapping up the tears as he blinked. His nose was becoming more fountain like then he would have ever liked and the tickle was extremely sharp in the back of his nose. He was clearly bothered by having nothing to wipe his nose With and John couldn't be sure because of the lack of light but was he detecting some strawberry pink blush flushing the younger detectives cheekbones?

'Christ this is no time to be musing about Sherlocks cheekbones' John thought to himself. The footsteps were drawing painfully near. 

"John...I...I ..ohhh..hihhh"

John leaned up to Sherlocks ear and whispered so softly

"Sherlock Holmes, you have got to control this...and if you can't stifle it, for Gods sake, push your nose into my shirt if you need to muffle it but we cannot be caught right now."

It may have been Johns breath as he leaned up to Sherlocks face or it could have just been the natural end to the torture but Sherlocks nose raged with an intense fire and he clutched quickly at Johns shirt sleeves pulling him as close as possible. He ducked his face into Johns chest and released two wet sneezes.

"HUhh'NXGT..hUHPT'SCHOO..huh"

He managed to stifle the first sneeze though they both knew Sherlock was not one for stifling his huge sneezes. John felt the wetness seep into his shirt. The second sneeze though muffled and messy was still loud enough that John uttered a profanity as he shifted with the weight of being pushed with the force of sherlock sneezing into him. He lifted his head dreading what was coming as angry voices came straight to their door. 

[Shamaël]

This part was fun! But you leave us in a critical moment...

[WishUponAUnicorn]

That was great! Please write more I just love Sherlock