Love

John draws the sheets up over his head, completely covering his entire body. He giggles at the warm breath on his chest.

"This tickles," he says.

A low, rumbling chuckle reverberates against John's stomach. Sherlock inhales against John's chest, earning himself another giggle from the man beneath him. "You smell nice," he says.

John smiles and digs ten digits into curly hair. He stretches as much as he can beneath Sherlock, wiggling his toes into Sherlock's calves. "What do I smell like?" John asks.

"Hmm," Sherlock grins. "Let's see…" Sherlock sniffs John's chest above his left nipple. "Smells like…content."

"Content?" John asks, chuckling.

"Yes. You're content in this bed."

"I think I'm a bit more than content…"

"I'm not finished," Sherlock says, grinning up at John.

John nods.

Sherlock shifts to John's right side. He sniffs there. "Let's see…there's a bit of," Sherlock sniffs again. "Want?"

John bites his lip as he feels Sherlock's lips traces over his chest. "What do you mean?"

Sherlock opens his mouth and lets his bottom lip run up John's chest as he scoots up to lay fully over John. Sherlock lets out a breathy groan as his erection touches John's. He slowly grinds his hips against John. "What is it you want, John?"

John pulls Sherlock's head down and presses his lips against Sherlock's. He shifts his hands down so he can cup Sherlock's arse, and swipes his tongue over Sherlock's bottom lip when he feels Sherlock open his mouth and dig his own finger's into John's hair. Both men groan when Sherlock grounds his hips down again.

Sherlock pulls back to take a deep breath and asks, "What do you want, John?"

John sighs sleepily. The blanket pulled over their heads renders them with a lack of oxygen, and breathing each other's air always makes John light headed.

"You," John breathes against Sherlock's mouth. His chest tightens as if he's about to cry, a feeling that almost always happens with he feels a sudden rush of love for Sherlock. "I love you," he whispers.

So soon is it in their relationship that those three words are special, not that that will ever change. Sherlock will always feel this way when John says it; now, only four weeks into their relationship, or fifteen years down the line when it's difficult for them to do this.

"I love you, too," he says, wrapping arms tight around John and kissing him deeply.