A/N: John's POV

...We're almost there!

Sexy times

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Thankfully, Sherlock dressed before they met with the others. John stared in open mouthed amazement at the four people who stood before him. With Sherlock, he had known what he looked like. Some scales and horns really didn't change a person too much. The others...it was like meeting them for the first time.

Mycroft had on a three piece suit that seemed oddly fitting for the uptight man. It was a beautiful brown color with a yellow tie; there wasn't a spot or wrinkle on it. Mycroft's mouth was twisted up in a smirk- John tried not to blush too deeply at the knowing look. It was foolish to want to keep his and Sherlock's relationship a secret but John would be lying if he said he wasn't embarrassed when he realized that everyone knew they had proclaimed their love to each other.

Lestrade was taller than John would have imagined and the guard was standing surprisingly close to the older Holmes brother. John flashed the graying man a smile. He was so relieved that whatever had threatened Lestrade, and had had Mycroft running to him in panic, had been fixed by the enchanted rain.

Molly was a sweet girl with mousy hair. Her expression was open and he returned her hug with equal force. She looked as if she might cry when Sherlock gave her a hug too.

Mrs. Hudson was already crying. She gave them a watery smile and then hugged the both of them. Turning to Lestrade and Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson sighed contently. Mycroft blushed lightly. John smirked.

Sherlock looked as if he wanted to say something but it was thick in his throat. His adam apple bobbed up and down, John grabbed Sherlock's hand and gave it a squeeze. John could barely imagine what it must be like- so many emotions flooding a man who proclaimed to have none.

Seeing all of his family human again must be really eye-opening. Was Sherlock worried that he would never see this day? John's finger's interlaced with Sherlock's. It made John's stomach turn to think of the guilt and doubt he must have hidden from all of them.

"I'm happy we're all back to normal. I- I deeply apologize for the way that I acted towards everyone." Sherlock bowed his head and John knew it was difficult for him to admit how he had acted was wrong. "I was selfish and I realize that now. I'm sorry you all had to be punished for my actions."

Mrs. Hudson let out a small cry and wrapped her arms around Sherlock again. He patted her awkwardly on the back as she cried on his shoulder. "Oh, Sherlock. You've grown-up so much!"

"Yes, do try and be more considerate in the future." Mycroft's voice was clipped but there was no real heat in it.

"I could say the same to you." Sherlock said.

Mycroft pursed his lips and Lestrade let out a bark of a laugh. John tilted his head to the side not quite understanding the meaning of all that was transpiring but happy nonetheless.

"What was that all about?"

Once he and Sherlock were back in the main room, John couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. Sherlock gave him a knowing smile and he sat down on the chair closest to the fire.

"Mycroft and Lestrade."

"What about them?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrow. John only let out a small gasp. After shaking his head, John sat down between Sherlock's legs. He leaned back and Sherlock threaded his fingers through John's overgrown hair.

"You might need a haircut soon. Although I do love your hair, it might be tickling your ears." Sherlock's fingertips pressed into John's scalp and he hummed in contentment.

"I can't believe how ridiculous this day has been and you're worried about my hair." John laughed and stretched his legs out.

"I believe I might be acting 'domestic'. Don't worry, it will be a rare occurrence, that's if it does happen again."

"Yes, yes. I got it."

John breathed out deeply. It all seemed so unbelievable. Only a few hours earlier his entire world had been falling apart around him. Now it was back to normal or at least what 'normal' had become for him.

"It's been quite an evening." Suddenly, John felt oddly out of place. What now? The spell was broken...

John's head was tilted up and warm lips covered his. Hands flew possessively to shoulders as Sherlock's mouth roamed over John's. Sherlock's mouth was savage in its intensity. Teeth clashed and John's mouth was quickly opened and invaded. Sherlock's tongue explored and took, took, took- claiming every part it could touch.

Finally when they were out of breath, Sherlock pulled away.

Panting deeply, Sherlock looked directly into John's eyes. "Don't ever think that again. I don't want you to go anywhere. I want you here with me. Forever. You can never leave. Never. We promised; I love you. No one but you- ever."

Something that had begun to coil in John's chest released and there was only the warmth flooding though him again. "I'm sorry." There didn't seem to be more he could say or that needed to be said. John placed a quick kiss on Sherlock's lips.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, they glinted deeply. "Now, what I wanted before. John, I need you. All of you. Tonight."

John's eyes darkened. "I think it might be time to retire for the evening."

Standing up, John extended his hand to Sherlock.

They had barely shut the door before their bodies connected. Sherlock pinned John against the wall. Fingers pressed into his arms and John brought his hands up to scratch down Sherlock's back.

John's mouth moved down to press up against Sherlock's jawline.

"Sherlock, thank you."

Sherlock's eyes readjusted trying to see John through the haze of lust. All he could do was raise his eyebrows.

"For everything, for you-us. Everything I never knew I needed. I don't know how much longer I would have lasted. You saved me."

Sherlock's eyebrows knit together, then his mouth relaxed. "I know. Come here." Lifting up an arm, he pulled John in for a tender kiss. Despite the pure desire pumping through his veins, John's heart swelled and it hurt- how much he loved Sherlock filled every fiber of him.

"John, please." Sherlock rumbled as he parted their lips and ran his tongue over John's lower lip and inside to slide along his bottom teeth.

Making their way over to the bed, John pulled his shirt off. Sherlock took off his own clothes and let John push him down onto the bed. Hands explored and Sherlock drew up to met John's caresses.

"I want to take it slow, but not tonight. I need this now. Us together." John whispered as he bit down on the bottom of Sherlock's ear.

The man under him nodded and John sat up so that he could grab the needed ointment from the nightstand. Slicking down his fingers, John's fingers rubbed across Sherlock's tightness. He waited for him to be completely covered before slipping his first finger in. The heat was incredible and John knew that he couldn't go slow even if he wanted too.

Giving Sherlock a moment to adjust, John started to move his index finger in and out. Sherlock moaned and opened his legs further. With that signal for more, John slipped another finger inside.

John's breathing picked up and his watched as his fingers moved, disappearing into the incredibly man that was Sherlock Holmes. It was hard to believe that he could stretch Sherlock enough to take him, but after the three finger, John knew he was almost ready.

"God, John, please." Sherlock moaned as he pressed down on the fingers opening him up.

John drew back and placing one hand on Sherlock's thigh. He placed a quick kiss on the side of Sherlock's hip. Taking his fingers, he centered himself in front of the other man.

Gently, John pushed himself into the warm heat that his fingers had just stretched. Sherlock groaned and John thrust in deeper. With fingers groping blinding, Sherlock pulled John down so that their breathes could mingle.

Sweat slick foreheads met and John pushed farther until he was buried to the hilt. He waited for Sherlock to adjust; hands gripped his shoulders tight. Eventually Sherlock's body loosened and the tenseness dissolved into a need for movement.

John's hips rolled forward and Sherlock's legs clenched around John, his ankles digging into his back. Breathing shallowly, all John could do was focus on the hot heat that enveloped him. Bringing a hand up, he rubbed a sweat slick hand along Sherlock cock. Pre-come glistened and John's thumb dragged over his tip.

"Oh, god! John!" Sherlock moaned. It barely sounded human and it made John's cock harder.

They moved together, each moving in perfect unison. As John thrust forward, Sherlock's body slide back bringing the full length of John into his body over and over again. John's hand lost its rhythm as his whole body shook as his orgasm finally gripped him.

John's body stiffened and thighs clenched as he spilled into Sherlock. John's fingers dug into Sherlock's hip and his left hand clenched Sherlock's cock tight. With the extra pressure, Sherlock thrust his hips up into the fist. As John was coming down, Sherlock came all over his stomach with a groan.

John blinked the hazy out of eyes to see the debauched view before him. Sherlock's entire body was flushed and John was reminded of the crimson scales that no longer covered the other man's body.

Kissing both of Sherlock's knees, John waited another long moment before drawing out of Sherlock. John bent down and picked up his shirt to clean off Sherlock's wet chest. After he was done, John threw the soiled shirt to the ground and snuggled up to Sherlock's limp body.

"You won't mind if I slept for a bit?" Sherlock yawned.

"Not in the least." With a quick kiss to Sherlock's chest, John closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

"So, what now?"

"Yes, what now indeed." Sherlock's finger traced a lazy figure eight along John's upper arm. He wiggled closer into the warmth of John's shoulder. Sherlock's hair tickled John's nose and he let out a snort.

Grabbing for Sherlock's hand, John inspected the red band around his ring finger. He had caught sight of it before but had been too preoccupied to ask about it. It almost looked as it was part of his skin, that it wasn't a ring but a small circle of left over scales.

"What's this?"

Sherlock brought his hand up to look at his ring finger. "I don't know for sure yet but I do have an inkling that it might be a gift."

"A gift?"

"I've never been one for optimism, however. I believe that the warlock might have taken a 'pity' and bestowed upon us a small token."

John's eyes grew wide as comprehension dawned. "It can't be. You don't think-?"

It was nearly too much to be believed.

"Would you?" Sherlock's eyes were clear and honest. John could barely believe that his lover and best friend even felt the need to ask him; he would go anywhere Sherlock asked him to now. There could not be one without the other.

"Idiot."

"I love you, too."