Well I aaaam sooo sorry that I went missing for a while. I feel bad. Inspiration got flushed down the toilet, and well, it came back :D Hope you enjoy the fluffiness that is chapter ten.

Chapter Ten

Reluctantly, Sherlock stood to leave, having been with John most of the evening. John had to work the next morning and they both had to think this over.

Sherlock really wanted his blogger back over at 221B, and John wanted his mad man back, they needed each other.

John followed Sherlock to the door and thanked him for stopping by. He was glad they were able to sit and chat. He didn't really want to send him home, he wanted him to stay. He wanted to hold on and to never let go of Sherlock.

"Well, thank you for coming over. It was great seeing you, and talking with you," John smiled a little rocking on the balls of his feet.

Smiling back brightly, Sherlock leaned down slightly and pressed a chaste kiss against John's lips. "It's always a pleasure to see you, John. We must do this again, soon," he murmured before opening the door.

Nodding slightly, John smiles and blushes again, "Yes, of course. I, um, I'll send a text or something."

Sherlock gave a small smile and nods as he leaves.

John let out a small sigh and leaned against the door as it closed. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled a little. He thought he felt his heart skip a beat when Sherlock had kissed him before he left.

John hadn't felt like this in some time. The feeling of butterflies in his belly. He glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. It was half passed twelve and he has to be at the surgery by six.

Groaning, John completed his nightly rituals and laid in bed wearing a white t-shirt and red pants.

He stared at the ceiling and tossed and turned. Hugging his pillow, John's mind kept wandering to Sherlock. The taste of his lips, how they felt against his. He smiled a little at this thought, squeezing his pillow tighter. Humming quietly, he imagined what it felt like to have Sherlock's fingers in his hair, and his in Sherlock's.

His mind wandered, wondering what the rest of Sherlock felt like. The feel of Sherlock's skin under his touch, what he smelled like, tasted like. When the detective had kissed him, could smell the tobacco in his hair, taste the wine on his lips.

John groaned softly in a sleepless frustration and buried his face in his pillow.

Sherlock paced the sitting room at 22b, and would glance at his phone occasionally. Wearing his pajama bottoms, a t-shirt and his dressing gown, he huffed and sat in John's arm chair.

He had a hard time sleeping, more so than normal. He didn't sleep much anyway, though, this was different. Sherlock's mind was constantly going, constantly working, but now, all he thought about was John.

All Sherlock could think about was the taste of the wine on his lips, the smell of his aftershave. He groaned out of frustration and carded his fingers through his unruly curls.

He just wanted his blogger back. He wanted John back at 221b. Sherlock wanted him back in the flat, and possibly annoy the hell out of him. He was sick of talking to his skull, or just himself in general.

Occasionally, whilst doing an experiment, something would go wrong, cause a bang or catch fire. Mrs. Hudson would come up to the flat and check Sherlock, making sure he was still in one piece.

Sherlock was pretty sure that he was driving Mrs. Hudson crazy with worry. She was constantly coming up to check on him, almost daily if she didn't see him out of his flat.

Sitting in John's arm chair, he stared at his phone, wondering if he should text John. He so desperately wanted to, just seeing him tonight wasn't enough.

He wanted his John back.

Hesitating at that though, his John, why did he think that? He admitted that he loved John, they had kissed multiple times, but the sudden possessiveness surprised him slightly. Then again, he's never felt something like this before. He's never wanted someone so badly, he's never needed someone as much as he needs John.

The day over at Bart's was slow for John. There wasn't many patients coming in, and some canceled their appointments.

Lounging back in his chair, John stared at his mobile phone sitting on his desk. He didn't sleep much last night, tossing and turning every which way.

John couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock. He wanted him back in his life, he wanted to move back into the flat with that sociopath. John just so desperately wanted love Sherlock and be loved.

Sighing, John gave in and grabbed his phone sending Sherlock a text.

Coffee? My lunch break is soon. -JW

Sherlock sat up from the couch immediately hearing his phone ring.

Almost sprinting to his phone, Sherlock smiled at the message brightly and quickly sent a reply.

Of course. Meet you at Bart's? -SH

John chuckled a little at how soon he had received a reply from the detective. Sherlock must want to see him just as bad.

Sounds fantastic, see you in fifteen. -JW

Sherlock smiled at his phone brightly before tossing it on the couch and going to take a shower.

Heading out of Saint Bart's, John couldn't help but smile seeing Sherlock standing out side. He was wearing his coat collar popped up, and that blue scarf John loved.

Sherlock turned and smiled at his friend brightly. "So, how long do I have you for," Sherlock asked as he walked with John down to the café.

Watching his feet, and chuckling quietly, John glanced up at Sherlock and blushed slightly. Looking back down, he tried hiding his growing blush, feeling the detective's gaze still on him. "Uh, well, I have about a twenty-minute break," John murmured glancing back up at Sherlock.

Chuckling quietly, Sherlock tore his eyes from his blogger and smiled, "Hm, twenty minutes that's it?"

John rolled his eyes and chuckled holding the door open for Sherlock. "Yes, twenty minutes. I get off of work at five."

The two of them walked into the coffee shop and made their orders. They found a table in the back near the corner of the café.

They sat in silence sipping at their coffee. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was rather comfortable, and John loved it. He missed having Sherlock around, he missed Mrs. Hudson, he missed 221b.

Sherlock was the first to break the silence, "I miss you, John. I'm going mad being alone. I'm fairly certain that I'm driving Mrs. Hudson mad too."

John couldn't help but snort a little, "Sherlock, you drive almost everyone mad."

Sherlock cocks an eyebrow curiously."Even you John?" He watched John, his hands wrapping around his coffee cup. Sherlock's eyes moved from John's face down to his hands, he was fighting off the urge to reach out and grab John's hand.

Sighing quietly, John glanced down at his cup with a small smile and murmured, "Yes. Of course you drove me mad sometimes. Though," he glanced up at Sherlock, "honestly, I miss it."

Sherlock let out a deep chuckle and smiled, "Well, I miss you too, I miss your nagging. As annoying as it was."

John smirked a little and watched Sherlock, fidgeting with his coffee cup a little. "So, was that an invitation to move back in with you?"

Chuckling and sipping at his coffee, Sherlock looked down at his cup, then back at John, "Essentially, yes. It was. I want you back, John. I miss you." Taking a deep breath and swallowing, "I need you John."

Well then, look at all that fluffy joy! I hope you liked chapter ten. I'm going to eventually post my second chapter of my Wholock.