Falling For You

This Moment

"Morning, John," Sherlock said with a delicate smile on his face. John smiled at his love. He was trying to cut the memories of his time being held hostage by Moriarty, but his mind continued to circle back to when Sherlock said he didn't love him.

"Morning, Sherlock," John smiled in return. Then Sherlock kissed John firmly on the lips, their lips latched onto each other's like they were clinging to life boats in the reckless sea.

Then Sherlock moved his hands through John's hair, rummaging through it like he was inspecting a case. And their lips didn't part and John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and they laid there for a while, just dancing with each other. John felt a bulge in his pants and pulled away, embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" Sherlock asked, looking at his companion to make sure that John was okay.

"Yeah. I just... I need a minute," he replied, his breath choppy. Sherlock looked at John. His eyes after from feature to feature, studying John for signs of injury. Sherlock found himself studying every inch of his love, and then he saw... oh.

"John," Sherlock began, his eyes soft and mystical. "Are you having one of those-"

"Shut up," John interrupted, his lips spreading into a slight smile, his usual crinkles forming around his eyes and mouth.

"Not good?" Sherlock asked, moving towards him.

"A bit not good," John giggled in return.

"Just let me know when you're ready. I have a very sudden need to kiss you again," Sherlock said with a wink. His voice was like velvet and it rolled off of his sweet tongue and painted John's ears with a heavenly glow. John rolled on his side so he was facing Sherlock.

They looked into each other's eyes and John found himself thinking about what it would be like for Sherlock to really love him and not just pretend because he was bored.  Though John loved him, John knew that he couldn't keep being with a man that didn't love him back.

"Come here," John smiled, tugging on Sherlock's coat and crashing Sherlock's high lips into his own. John figured that he could talk to Sherlock tomorrow. In this moment, John just needed Sherlock right where he wanted him.

Sherlock believed that he should tell John that he loved him. But the moment was so perfect and Sherlock didn't want to ruin it by talking. So, he gave John everything he had and prayed that it would be enough for his love. He moved his lips down John's neck, slathering him in a shower of kisses. Then he kissed him all the way back up his neck and ended up gently kissing John on the lips and collapsing into his chest, exhausted.

John closed his eyes and focused on Sherlock's heartbeat. Sometimes, listening to Sherlock's heart was the most calming thing because it reminded John that he was human and that Sherlock was capable of love and loss, and that comforted him.