Expecto Patronum (The Consulting Dementor )

Fifth degree burns

Sherlock stood there in amazement, his bare feet touching the cold ground, he wore nothing but a cloak that had changed when he had, he felt electricity shoot through him as he looked into the blondes eyes, a mix of ocean blue and silver. Sherlock smiled happily, he thought his body would have forgotten but instead the smile grew and his eyes brimmed with fire.

Darkness enclosed around them and John gently took his hand, he felt it and it felt smooth against his own, he felt a light blush creep up his neck and he looked around him, all that was left of his past was his name scratched into the floor.

Sherlock willingly took the boys hand and then kissed him again, soft lips against his own, a sigh escaped his lips as the man in front of him ran a hand through Sherlocks hair and then when they broke away they leaned their foreheads against each other smiling into each other's eyes.

"We should go home now" John whispered into Sherlocks ear sending shivers down his spine.

"Yes, although I am home so long as I'm with you" Sherlock whispered back his deep baritone voice making John look at him in wonder and awe.

They walked out of azkaban holding hands and went onto the daylight, Sherlock looked shocked at the sun, he hadn't seen it in centuries, he'd forgotten how beautiful it was but John Watson was more beautiful.

John took his arm and they dissaparated, the constricting feeling tugging at Sherlocks throat, just as he thought he would no longer breathe, he landed with a crash into the floor where he lay on his back in the mud. John took his hand and pulled him up and then took him into the flat they had apparated outside of.

John lead Sherlock to the bathroom where Sherlock was fascinated by the modern day technology, John helped him wash and then went to find him some clothes, he ended up bringing back one of his shirts and a pair of jeans for Sherlock to wear, he'd have to go get Sherlock some of his own clothes at one point.

Sherlock pulled them on, the jeans above his ankles due to his tall height, and then went to look in the mirror, inspecting his reflection. He didn't remember what he looked like, he traced a hand over his stomach, he was thin and his rib cage and collar bone poked through his pale flesh. He had dark chocolate curls that hung wet on his shoulders from his shower and he continued to stare at his reflection.

"Your beautiful, you know that, right?" John said from behind, gently holding Sherlocks waist with his hands and then running his arms to the front of Sherlock, tracing Sherlocks bones through the shirt he wore. Sherlock blushed slightly at Johns comment and turned himself in Johns arms so that he was facing him.

"No ones ever said that before" he said honestly as John leaned in and kissed him on the nose making Sherlocks gentle pink flush scarlet.

John lifted his hand running it over Sherlocks features across his cheekbones and nose and mouth, gently stroking Sherlocks lips with the tip of his finger making Sherlock gasp quietly.

John then kissed him on the lips again, this time full of love and caring, earning small gasps from Sherlock as their lips brushed against each other, Johns hand flat against the base of Sherlocks back whilst another ran through his hair, occasionally cupping his face. John really did love him with a burning passion. He'd let it boil his skin and cause fifth degree burns if it meant he could look at Sherlock all day. To touch him, to kiss him.