for womanwhobeatyou: Waking up in Vegas---again.

[the_new_sexy]

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It's surprising when morning comes. Sherlock rarely sleeps when he's on a case, and this entire excursion is really just a case in and of itself. Even more than that, he rarely sleeps an entire night. However, when he looks at the blinds in the motel room, he can see the faint hints of pink streaming through. Dawn, then. In the part of the world he used to live in, it would be nearly noon, if not very early afternoon.

He turns his head to look at the Woman, still sleeping next to him. She stayed.

She's different when she sleeps. He remarked on it to John when he found her sleeping in his bed so long ago. Not like an angel, of course, no one would ever think of the Woman as an angel. Instead, she looks like all of the things she's holding tightly together are relaxed, and she's comfortable. It's a strange thing, but beautiful in its own way.

He lets his hand rest on her shoulder. Are there people that find this sort of thing normal? Waking up next to a lover, watching the light stream in? Sherlock imagines there must be people who are accustomed to it.

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[womanwhobeatyou]

Unlike him, she sleeps regularly. The dominatrix could hardly be seen with dark circles under her eyes, and even in her multitude of disguises, very rarely did sleep deprivation figure into it. Self-portraits, all, and the reminder of a woman who likes her luxuries.

But the way she jerks awake at the touch of his hand on her shoulder speaks of just how unused to it she is. It is equal parts the wary instinct of being on the run, and the simple fact that she rarely let anyone get close enough to see her asleep. Vulnerable.

The time she'd climbed through the window of Baker Street had been a calculated necessity, and even then she'd put that off as long as she could without risking losing the game.

She catches herself waking up with that telling start, and draws a hand across her eyes, giving herself a few more moments to collect herself. A sleep tinged smile, still too vulnerable for her own comfort, tugs at her lips.

"Good morning."