I can't believe me and John are currently sharing a bed. I mean, I knew he would say yes to me, but it still surprised me at how shy I was acting. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't, not with John next to me. His light breathing was music to my ears, and the fact that we were snuggling makes everything better. I had my face in his hair as he was in my chest, he smelled of sandalwood and aftershave. Somehow this was rather calming to me, and I relaxed more. I smiled as I thought of how I infiltrated his room, the shyness, awkwardness, and the fact that I could read John like a book. Then again I could read anyone, people were so easy to read, leaving their emotions all over their face.

Yet, John made it more exciting. His neverending rollercoaster of emotion, allowing me to drink up what he's thinking. I could never get enough of his face, the crinkle his forehead does when he's thinking, the licking of his lips when he's nervous or pondering something. The way his brown eyes sparkle whenever we go on an adventure, everything about John Watson makes me want to cherish all the details about him. To twist him, to make him yearn for me, want only me, I want him to be spoiled and deprived all at once, allowing me to get a reaction out of him. As I laid in the dark, I felt myself start to drift into sleep. I wouldn't allow it, but John's warm as I hugged him was so relaxing. I never wanted to let him go, I wanted to stay like this forever.

I placed a kiss on his head, and relished in his scent nuzzling my face into it. I felt him sigh as he snuggled deeper into my chest. I stroked his back, wishing he were shirtless so I could touch and caress his skin. Ever since I got back from being dead that's all I have been wanting to do. My apparent death broke my doctor, his nightmares returned, his depression worsened. Yet, he found happiness with a woman, and I felt a pang of jealousy develop within me. When Mycroft told me my doctor had moved on, I was hurt. So hurt, I couldn't help but want to lock him up and hide him within my walls, but I just wanted John to be happy.

When I saw him sitting there waiting for the woman he was going to propose to, in the restaurant, I froze. I wanted to smash our lips together, to hold him, to possess him, to steal him away in the night. But, instead I got punched in the face, and I saw anger written all over that mans face. I never saw it directed towards me, the mass anger he held stabbed my heart. And now, here we were, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth in each others arms. I had so much to say to him, but for right now, I am content.

"Sherl…"I heard John grumble into my chest, I continued to rub his back. I lightly pressed my lips to the top of his head again, as he mumbled my name.

"Mmmm...Sherlock.." I froze. John just moaned out my name. I tried not to let the sweet noise get to me, but now I was all ears to John. What was he dreaming about?

"John," I whispered, trying to wake him up. But I stopped myself. This was the first time I hadn't heard one of John's dreams turn to a nightmare, and I didn't want to ruin it. I tried to sleep, but every other hour John either mumbled my name or moaned it. And, I didn't want to miss hearing it. My name rolling off his tongue seemed so right to me, so I just listened. And when John awoke the next morning, I finally shut my eyes to pretend to be asleep. I wan't tired, but I wanted him to think I got some sort of sleep.

He saw right through me, typical. There were times I could fool my dear old doctor, but apparently not right now. I heard him sigh as he awoke, sitting up, I pretended to yawn and rubbed my eyes.

"You didn't sleep did you?" He asked as I had my eyes shut, I snapped them open.

"Ye-" I began.

"No, you didn't. Don't lie to me Sherlock." He interrupted. I studied his face, he was wearing sleep, and a bit of irritation.

"Fine," I said, sitting up. I ran a hand through my hair," I couldn't seem to sleep, and I am sorry."

"Why not?" He asked, running a hand over his face, I noted the hint of guilt on his face. Does he remember what he was dreaming about?

"I just couldn't John now, it's no big deal. I've gone days without sleep, no big deal." I started to get up, but john grabbed the sleeve of my sleeve.

"it is a big deal Sherlock! You need sleep, it's not healthy if you don't sleep!" His face was riddled with worry, and I sighed.

"John, if I wanted sleep I would've gotten some. Now, please stop worrying." I soften my eyes, and John dropped his gaze, still clinging to my sleeve.

"I-i'm sorry..." He whispered, causing me to feel my chest tighten.

"No..Don't apologize. I should be sorry." I sat back up on the bed and John scooted closer. I placed my hand on his back and John smiled up at me.

"Sherlock...I need to tell you something.." I rubbed his back and John shut his eyes, leaning closer to me as I moved closer to him. I stared at him waiting for him to finish his sentence, but a I already had an idea of what he would say.

"Yes?" I said in my low voice, making John lower his gaze to my lips.

"I...I love you Sherlock Holmes..." I felt my lips curve up into a smile, and I slowly lowered my head down to meet my doctors lips. It was like the world went still, the feel of John's lips against my own felt so perfect. He tasted so sweet, even though neither of us had brushed our teeth, and I felt him lick my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I smiled, but didn't grant him access. I pulled away, and Johns face set me aback. His eyes were full blown pupil, and his breathing was ragged, cheeks flushed and he swiped his tongue over his mouth.

"I need you." I said in my throat, his emotions were like a drug to me, making me want him to experience all of them, the good and bad ones.

"Oh..Sherlock..." John was about to lean in again, but I stopped him.

"Tonight love, not right now. I want to do things to you that will change our relationship, forever. I want you to get prepared for this...I'm not sure if you really want to do this...So, i'm giving you time. And, I shall prepare a few things."I saw John start to process my words, his face shifting to an expression of thought.

"Right..." He said, making me place a hand on his cheek. "I understand. Though I already know my decision." He said, looking me in the eyes. I pecked him once more on the lips before we both got up, and John went for a shower while I sat in the sitting room. I went through my phone to see if Lestrade or Mycroft texted me, and saw I received a message from Lestrade.

Woman found dead in bedroom, no signs of struggle. Bound and gagged. Stabbed almost 50 times. Need help.

I felt a smile creep up onto my face and called to John.

"John! We have a case!" I shouted out, running about to get ready.

"What?" John shouted through the door.

"The game is on!" I shouted back, louder. I heard the water suddenly shut off, and I smiled wickedly. The game is most certainly on.