John was going to make sure Sherlock never left his side again, even if it meant drastic measures. The doctor just had to know Sherlock was really there and not a hallucianation from his grief riddled mind. He tiptoed over to his flatmates side of the bed they had been sharing and climbed on to of him, waking him up in the process.
"John, are you alright? Why did you wake me up at," Sherlock glanced at the lumonous clock on his side "three in the mourning?" His velvety, baritone voice was laced with concern.
"I just needed to know you were here with me. Not just a figment of my insane mind anymore." A devilish smile played at his lips, he was holding a pair of handcuffs he stole from Lestrade just out of Sherlocks view.
"I assure you I'm here and don't plan on leaving you anytime soon."
"That's exactly what I want to hear."
John leaned in to capture the younger mans lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss. His lips are all he caught though. While Sherlock was distracted John grabbed his left wrist and encircled it with the cuff, the other end already attached to his right wrist. Sherlock pulled away from his lover with sheer shock on his face.
"John, get this cuff off of me now!" He said and pulled frantically, soon discovering what the other end was attached to. "You didn't have to do this. I told you I'm staying here and don't plan on leaving."
"Sherlock, just because you plan on not leaving doesn't mean you won't. I never want to be apart from you again, love. Until I'm sure of your saftey the cuffs stay." John breathed, leaning in for another kiss. The cuffs might just stay a bit longer than planned.