Sherlock oneshot- the bad dream

From across the room, you could see Sherlock perched on the arm of his chair. There was nothing really unusual. His pale, slim fingers were steepled under his chin, as always, and his eyelids were gently closed in their familiar, silent way. You smiled to yourself, amazed by how peaceful he seemed to look, engrossed in his own thoughts...
"Sherlock?" You asked quietly, as not to startle him. His eyebrows raised slightly at the presence of your communication but he kept his eyes closed. Now that you knew that he could hear you, you spoke a little louder "Sherlock... Sherlock!"
He immediately flinched awake and you were shocked, almost scared to see that he did not greet you with a kindly expression but one which was fuelled with anger.
"What is it (y/n)?" He snapped, harshly as you rubbed your arm with nerves. "Well, spit it out! I was thinking to myself! The only intelligent conversation I'll ever have here..." 
You were struck completely dumbfounded by his blind rudeness but  you decided to try and brush it off.
"Tea Sherlock?" You asked cooly as you rose from your chair. His expression changed dramatically from anguished to dragon-like fury.
"Tea? Bloody TEA? (Y/n) you are completely useless! For the past TWO HOURS I've been internally calculating the logistics of a case! I don't want tea! I want peace so I can finish"
As he spat the words across the room, you were reduced to biting your tongue to stifle back the tears which were about to break any second.
"Ba... Babe?... What has gotten into you?" You whispered, legs quivering.
He was in his feet now, exercising his immense stature advantage he had over you to assert his dominance and power.
"Gotten into me??? Nothing has gotten into me! It's YOU that is the problem here! You sit around the flat all day, you don't help me, do do nothing of use, you just sit there with your little dainty cup of tea and plate of biscuits and DO NOTHING! God... You're as bad as Mycroft..."
Your eyes began to stream...
"And another thing! I am far too good for you! I'm intelligent, tall, good looking! What are you? A lazy, pain in the ass who is unintelligent, annoying and incompetent.... Oh, and I'd lay off the biscuits if I were you..."
Sherlock suddenly stepped forward quickly and grabbed your shoulder. Uncomfortably, he forced you around and marched you out of the door to the flat and slammed it shut in your face. It was the slam that woke you up...

You lurched upright in bed, trying to adjust your eyes to the sudden exposure to blackness. The pounding of your heart flooded your ears and sweat was pouring from your forehead. You started heavy breathing as if you were about to succumb to a panic attack. The horrified shaking of the bed stirred Sherlock out of his sleep and as soon as he saw you sat bold upright and violently quivering, he instantly sat up too and wrapped his arms around your pulsating body.
"Baby!... (Y/n) what's wrong? You're white as a sheet!" He extended his reach to your shoulders and leaned further in to cradle your entire frame. He gently let you lay your head against his bare chest and slowly but surely, your breathing calmed.
"It... It... Was horrible... You... Were horrible!..."
He pulled you closer to him still and tightened his strong, lean arms around your waist. He began to question you about what had happened.
"It's ok (y/n)... It was just a bad dream. Now... Tell me everything..."
After a half hour of explaining, you had moved position. You were now laying across Sherlock's legs as he caressed your hair lovingly and smiled down at your beautiful face.
"You have to understand... That was a dream. I would never even think if saying somethings like that to you darling... You are the most amazing girl I've ever met...Do you want a goodnight kiss?"
You sat up and nodded, grinning as Sherlock swept his semi long curls out of his deep, deep eyes. Your mood was much improved by this suggestion. You leaned in close to him, placing a warm hand on his fragile, boyish chest while he grabbed onto your tiny waist. As soon as your lips collided with each other, you fell completely on top of him and he let out an ever so slight moan.
"I love you Sherlock..." You mumbled through his soft lips. You could feel his defined Cupid's bow brush against yours and you shivered with pleasure
"Love you too (y/n)...." He replied before you drifted asleep in each other's arms.