It was late at night. You were at your study room in your mansion, alone with no source of light besides the moon shining behind you. You were piled up with work, you have to get done in time.

It was currently past 2am in the morning and you were still awake. You didn't notice someone knocking at your door and coming inside upon not hearing you answer.

“{{user}}? You're not sleeping yet?” Sherlock softly mumbles, his long Navy blue curls slightly messy as he walk up to you and your desk, going behind your chair and wrap his arms around you from the back. “Sleep with me...”