It was morning when John woke up…still early by the look of the sunlight streaming through the window. He blinked a few times before he realised that he was in Sherlock's room. The man himself was lying next to him, flat on his stomach, head turned to the side, his right arm around John, holding him close.

John shifted to look at him…and he felt his heart lurch. He'd never seen Sherlock sleeping before. He looked so at peace, so young and so impossibly beautiful. He felt his heart fill with fondness and he was surprised by the intensity of his feelings.

He had thought himself in love before, but it hadn't been anything like this, not even close. And he knew that whatever it was that was happening between them, it was not casual. He lay back thinking…he'd seen a whole new side to Sherlock last night…he'd been so passionate, all desire and lust and abandon…he'd let John know just how much he wanted him.

John couldn't help but feel privileged. He remembered one particular moment when Sherlock had undressed and was lying stretched out on the bed waiting for him…the sight of that gorgeous body, all that pale skin that seemed to glow almost…he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.

He smiled at the memory as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and had a long shower…he was still smiling when he walked back into the room. He pushed the pillows up and sat down looking at Sherlock….I could look at him all day, he thought…as he ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair….it was rapidly becoming one of his favourite things to do.

He thought back to last night and he was surprised at himself…his first time with a man, he should have been tentative, unsure…But it hadn't been like that at all. He realised that he hadn't thought of it as sex with a man…it was being with Sherlock which seemed perfectly natural and very, very right.

It was the most amazing sex he'd ever had…he could feel his skin tingle with the memory… and it had been so much more than sex. It's him or nothing now. I can't imagine being with or wanting anyone else…ever. Does he feel the same way? I am pretty sure I can't live without him anymore.

That thought scared him…What if he gets bored of me? No matter what he says, I'm ordinary and he's…him. He said he loves me and I know he does but…I want him forever and I need him to feel the same way. Does he? Can he?

John had slipped out of that happy haze that he'd woken up in, busy as he was with all these questions. He sat there, looking a bit worried when Sherlock stirred and woke up. He saw John and smiled…a warm, lazy, happy smile. That smile went straight to his heart…

Sherlock's first thought on waking was, it really happened, all of that, I didn't dream it. John is in love with me and he wants me. He's here, with me in my bed…If I can wake up like this every day for the rest of my life, I will have done well. He pulled John to him and nuzzled into his neck like a happy little puppy.

John lay there running his hand through Sherlock's curls. That smile had lifted his spirits. So he decided that he was being stupid and tried to put his doubts away. Then Sherlock lifted his head and looked at him….John looked back at him, smile firmly in place. But he was afraid Sherlock would see the worry in his eyes and he didn't want to start any serious conversations just now.

"Tea?" he said as he moved to get out of bed.

Sherlock started to say something and then he seemed to change his mind…he smiled and said, "Alright. I'll just go take a shower…" He kissed John lightly on his lips and walked into the bathroom.

John went into the kitchen and put the kettle on and felt his worry return with fresh intensity. He tried to tell himself that he was being stupid. But it didn't help. He made the tea and the toast. Then he went and picked up the newspaper and he was making a genuine attempt to be interested in it, when Sherlock walked in.

He just stood there and looked at John intently. Then he shook his head and smiled. "You are such an idiot" he said fondly. And he pulled John close and proceeded to kiss him thoroughly. It was intense… It was too much…it was sensory overload…John felt his mind go blank and his knees go weak as he clung to Sherlock…how does he manage to do this to me so easily? He wondered vaguely.

Then Sherlock pulled back and said "Does that tell you anything at all? I love you, you idiot and I'm never ever letting you go. Whatever you may think, you are not ordinary…not at all. I could never be bored of you…it's just not possible. So stop worrying about that. If you must worry about something, let it be about the fact that I am very possessive, so I will refuse to share you with anyone…not your sister, not your friends…no one. You belong to me and that's that. I am also very jealous so I will probably be very angry with anyone who seems interested in you. l will insist that you be with me as much as possible...so I will sulk when you go to work…in fact, I don't know how I am ever going to go on tour again. It seems I cannot get enough of you so I will be dragging you off to bed every couple of hours…" And he stopped.

John was laughing…no giggling and it was the most adorable thing Sherlock had ever seen.