A/N: Sherlock's POV

Beta: Soon!

P.S. Sendai how well you know me! Mwahhh...

P.S.S. Notking thanks for still hanging on!

P.S.S.S. Holy Moly this turned into a lot of fluff

Sherlock closed his eyes. As their lips touched, it was so soft Sherlock wasn't sure it had even happened. John warm against him, a feather light touch. John pulled away but didn't sit up entirely. Sherlock slowly opened his eyes to stare at John's chest.

Like the kiss, Sherlock more sensed John's fingers tracing along his cheeks. One fingertip brushed light strokes up and down. Sherlock's heart was pounding harder than when he had first transformed into the dragon. His eyes fluttered closed again and he waited for John to do what he wanted.

John's fingers stroked at a few of his scales- applying a soft pressure. Sherlock knew they had always fascinated him. Swallowing hard, Sherlock fought hard not to nuzzle into the intimate touch. Finally his self-control could take no more and he tilted his head towards John's caresses. Instead of pulling away, John continued to explore him.

Fingers swept along his neck and traced along his cravat. John bent down again and placed another soft kiss on the side of Sherlock's mouth. Their kisses were chastise- seeking connection to another person. John pulled away enough so that his lips were barely touching Sherlock's.

"Lord help me, I care too."

John said no more and made no move to pull way or to press their lips together again.

The decision was Sherlock's.

All of this flashed through Sherlock's mind in a moment, when he realization John's intentions, Sherlock lifted his head up to cross the small distance so that he could capture John in another kiss. Sherlock brought a hand up and gently pressed it to the side of his doctor's face.

Lips melted together and Sherlock released a soft sigh. John began ran a finger up along Sherlock's ear and through his black silky curls. John twisted and pulled as many as he could. He fingers even went high enough to trace along his horns. A small shiver shook Sherlock's body; no one but him had ever touched his horns before. It send small shots of pleasure all through his scalp.

John pressed down another hard kiss and pulled away from Sherlock. Like he was drained of all energy, John laid down at Sherlock's side. John placed his head on Sherlock's shoulder and the taller man pulled him closer. John's hand covered Sherlock's chest, bunching up in the expensive material.

Tentatively Sherlock's fingers played with the tips of John's hair. The blonde's locks had been growing longer. Although he would probably like a hair cut soon, Sherlock enjoyed the ability to play with the soft ends.

I should say something...but what is there to say? Sherlock found it blissful just to keep his eyes closed and feel the comforting warmth of John breathing in and out. The fire continued to crackle and Sherlock didn't know when he had ever felt more at peace.

I wish I could read his mind now. No matter how hard I try to understand him there's always something new. I should ask him to stay...not as a prisoner- but as what? John released a content sigh and moved his whole body closer. With that, Sherlock abandoned all thought and just concentrated on the firm body of John Watson.

I love him. Sherlock blinked the sleep out of his eyes. The firm weight of John was still at his left side. Lowering his head, Sherlock placed a soft kiss on the top of John's head. The doctor huddled in closer, mumbling something in his sleep.

A light warmth washed over Sherlock and he felt his chest expand. This improvable man had given himself over to the beast- had gone willingly. Sherlock couldn't understand why and that made the feelings of sentiment even stronger for the ex-soldier.

Sentiment. It wasn't that he had fought against, just that it didn't come easily for him. There had never been anyone worth his time, let alone his attention. John had never demanded it, yet-

John shifted and hugged the front of Sherlock's coat tighter. The warmth building in Sherlock's chest ran over. I'll never want anyone other than him. It will always just be John. It's always been him; I just didn't know it before when I couldn't name this feeling- this feeling for him.

The thought was both comforting and troubling. Even if John never loved him back, Sherlock knew he would never want another living soul. It was simple and so complicated.

How can I tell him this? How much he means to me? I can't...Sherlock had never been good with dealing with his emotions and the thought of declaring his love made his stomach turn. A tiny voice at the back of Sherlock's mind corrected him. You're not afraid to confess. You're afraid he'll say he doesn't love you back.

It was a rational fear. A few kisses late one night hardly conveyed an oath of undying love. What was John's past? Sherlock knew little; other than that he had fought in the war, been wounded and was a doctor.

Did John have family? Did he have children? Sherlock shook his head. No, there was no way the ex-solider would have allowed himself to stay at Baker castle if there was someone at home who needed him. John was alone in the world.

...But he wasn't. No matter how small a prize he made, John now had Sherlock. It was a dysfunctional family at best but that was what he had to offer. Sherlock let out a small groan of frustration. What was the point of any of it?

This is why I hate sentiment! None of this can be fixed with reason or facts. None of this makes any sense. Sherlock felt the beginnings of a headache.

John let out a yawn. At the sound Sherlock stiffened underneath him. This is it. Either John would look him in the eye and say it was all a mistake or they would move forward...to where, Sherlock had no idea, but he did know where ever it did end up to be he wanted to be there with John.

John arched his back and let out another yawn. He released a content sounding sigh and snuggled slightly deeper into the crook of Sherlock's arm. He stayed like that for a few moments; blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"G' Mornin'" The words were slurred with sleep. Sherlock refused to admit that he thought John sounded adorable. The tension began to dissolve from Sherlock's body. He hasn't ran away.

"Good Morning, John." Sherlock kept his voice steady and almost bored sounding.

John let out a chuckle. He breathed in deeply and let out a long steady breath. John's hand worked its way up to Sherlock's neck, and he turned his head up. "You could at least sound tired. You're not even hoarse sounding in the morning!"

Sherlock snorted. "I fail to grasp what that has to do with anything."

John chuckled again and rubbed his hand along Sherlock's cheek. "You don't even have stubble. I bet you don't have morning breath either."

Before Sherlock could answer, John twisted his body up and planted a soft kiss on his surprised lips. Sherlock made a small shocked sound.

"Yep, I knew it." John licked his lips. "You still taste like that wine from last night." John's eyes twinkled with evil mischief.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm trying to flirt but apparently I'm not doing that well if can't tell. You'll have to forgive me, I'm still rather new at it."

"Flirting really isn't my area." Sherlock crinkled up his brows. "How does one go about 'flirting'?"

A torrent of giggles escaped from John's lips as he dived down for another quick kiss. "However you want. Call me an idiot for all I care. Hell, I probably am one for being like this."

"Yes, you are an idiot." Sherlock was amazed that a smile was beginning to tug his lips up. He placed a hand at John's neck and drew him down for another kiss.