John POV
After that the two of them added more touches to their daily life, little brushes against each other, sweet kisses in the morning, intentional cuddling outside of his three days a month where he has to turn into a wolf. Affection seems to become normal, not unusual, and another several months pass.
At one point he gets shot again, winding up in the hospital for five days, they wanted to keep him longer but with the full moon coming up, he checked himself out and went home. When he got there, the boffin was waiting for him, sofa all made up with blankets and pillows like a nest.
"The hospital was very whiny about you be low on blood and not making enough," his vampire mentions, then prancing between his feet he mutters questioningly, "Maybe we should give you a few drops of my blood? Would it be worth it?"
Sleepily, he listens to the suggestion and then thinks about it for a long time before finally answering, "It will burn, but I believe it would work."
Nodding, his vampire rises and heads into the kitchen to fetch a needle before returning a few minutes later. Settling next to him on the sofa, the taller man carefully draws some of his own blood, eyes sharp on the needle.
While the doctor inside him rebels at this idea as unsafe due to sharing needles, he understood this was the easiest way to do it. A moment later, the sharp needle pierced the skin of his elbow and he drew in a shaky breath as he watches the younger man at his task, not once looking at the object in his arm. Once it is withdrawn, his vampire leaned down to gently press his tongue to it, the tiny puncture vanishing.
Like the last time they had done this, his body's first reaction was pain, however instead of shifting on his own, he waits until the full moon is rising and shifts naturally his body burning through the pain. However the change exhausts him and he barely is able to move though he mourns the loss of the clothing he forgot to change out of.
Carefully his vampire picks him up and lays him on the sofa before settling on the end and stroking his fur. He spends most of that night just laying there while the pain sears through him, when he returns to human form in the morning he is still exhausted but his injury is gone. For several long minutes he considers trying to get up so he can go get dressed but he is still tired.
"Go back to sleep John," the vampire murmurs sleepily, arms wrapping around him securely.
Despite being completely naked except for a sheet thrown lazily over them, he decides to do just that.
When Sherlock gets up a few hours later, he considers trying to get a move on it himself but finds he is still sleepy.
"Go ahead and keep sleeping John, I will make us tea, and you something solid to eat," the vampire murmurs against his jaw after pressing soft kisses to it.
"Alright," he mutters, snuggling down into the nest and doing just that.
A little bit later he is awoken to the younger man gently tapping his shoulder and the smell of one of his full moon berry teas. Sitting up, he drinks the tea, sighing in pleasure and the fact that it seems to wake him up a bit more. A few minutes later he hears a chiming sound and his flatmate quickly heads into the kitchen before coming back with warm biscuits.
The two of them snack on them for a few minutes before he ends up drifting back off to sleep and his vampire vanishes into the kitchen.
The next time he awakes is to his vampire setting a large plate of pork chops and potatoes, gravy, cream corn, and butter scones. The two of them eat in companionable silence before his flatmate shocks him by cleaning up. Though it is only a little shock since his vampire often picks things up when it is the full moon to avoid any chance of his wolf side being injured.
He drifts back off to sleep until the full moon rises and he wakes up to shift. Since he is feeling more alert, if a bit sleepy still, he gets up to do the scent markers on their flat before returning to the sofa to do their regular cuddling.