John, What Does a Kiss Feel Like?

Everythings going to be ok...

The whole case with Lestrade and the baby's parents was over. Lestrade had taken the baby back. Sherlock honestly enjoyed the child's company although it did get annoying at times.

The day passed by and the two love birds were getting ready to go to bed.

Sherlocks P.O.V
I rummaged through my drawers and pulled out a grey t-shirt and soft blue sweatpants. I set them on the dresser and started to take my belt off. I heard John walk up to my door. He leaned on the door frame and slowly walked in. John stood in front of me and started to unbutton my shirt. John only smiled. "I'm just helping." He said softly and Sherlock smiled awkwardly to the new feelings.

The silence in the room wasn't as awkward as most would think. I just watched John stick his tongue out a bit as he worked on my shirt then slid it off. It was cute when he did that. It was his way of concentration. "Thank you." I said cutting the silence like a knife. John nodded and walked to the bathroom. I took my pants off and slipped on my pjs that were set out. Soon I was done and walked to the bathroom. I got behind John and my arms hugged his waist and I leaned my head into the crook of his neck. This feeling felt so right... It was perfect.

The two of us got in bed and laid down. Johns smallish body curled up to mine. My eyes slowly closed only seeing darkness. Johns breathing slowed down... He was asleep. I laid there doing my best to fall asleep.

Hours must've had passed I still wasn't asleep. I groaned softly and johns grip on my body was tight. I sighed and closed my eyes again, I'll give it another try.

With another try I did it.

(Dream)
He smirked at me motioning for me to followed him. My legs slowly picked up and followed. This man... I can't read him. I examined my surroundings, up the stairs, through the door, and on a roof... "Hmm... You know... I wonder what a dead John would feel like." The man said smiling brightly. My heart sunk. "No... Where is he?" I bit my lip in the process of asking the question.

"Busy..."

My teeth tugged on my lip. "10 minutes to think. I have 6 men targeting John. Jump off this building to save him. Or don't and he dies." The man sang slightly and looked at the edge. I stood at the edge and shook.

"Tick tock Sherlock." He whispered in my ear pushing me slightly. I bit my lip hard and pulled out my phone. I quickly pulled up John and mine messages. My fingers tapped quickly. 'I love you.'

Send.

My body fell forward. Tears escaped my eyes. My body fell quickly. I hit the ground.

(End of dream)
I sprung up from the bed panting. My eyes watered. Johns eyes opened quickly as well and looked at me. He slowly sat up. "Babe..? What's wrong?" His soothing voice whispered in my ear. "N-nightmare..." I whispered.

John turned my head to face him. "Everything's gonna be ok..." John calmed me down and kissed me softly.