**This chapter of the story is explicit to a degree and anyone who chooses not to read it may skip to the next chapter without missing any overtly important! Also, if you're not of age, please do not read this. I love you all 3**

Sherlock

'How have I been so ignorant?' I think to myself, unsure of how I got along through life without this beautiful man at my side. He makes me a better person and I love that about him. My thoughts pause as John's hands run over my shoulders and down my arms, 'I love him?'

The emotion resounds in my empty mind. My eyes feel full and this emotion is different for me.

"John, I love you."

The words fall out of my mouth and as soon as they do I press my lips together. His eyes meet mine but I cannot find any more words. The air hangs around us, but it suddenly seems cleaner and clearer. The atmosphere between us changes. My heart skips as his chest heaves a deep breath in and then out again. I swallow and he kisses me, more passionately this time. It's better, it's what I needed to say and what John needed to hear. Through the passionate kisses I hear through muffled lips,

"I love you too, Sherlock."

Love. It's a funny thing and a lot of people don't ever come to understand it. But I do, right here and now with John on top of my kissing over my collar bone, I know that this is love. Suddenly, I want him. It becomes clear to me that I have always wanted him. Time for me to take care of that. Impulsively, I flip us over and get John on his back, adoring the muscles he gained as a soldier.

It happens. It's glorious, something I've wanted for so long and something I thought I'd never have.

John moan softly and his moans only push me further. My one hand grips his thigh, the other reaches around to continue the pleasure in a different way.

Minutes pass and I hear him groan my name, and I in turn groan his, both are perfectly in harmony, even though they're seconds apart. I remove my grips from him and flop on the bed beside him. His brow line is wet with perspiration, and once again I watch his chest heave up and down. The only difference this time is mine is doing the same. My gaze meet his and as I can tell he's tired, I lean up and kiss his forehead for a moment, before pulling him closer to my body.

John

'Did that just happen?' I wonder to myself as Sherlock's moist body rises and falls against mine in the sudden stillness of the room. It's perfect, the silence. Sherlock likes the silence as it lets him think. He always afraid I might talk and it's true. I love talking to him, to hear this theories.

But now I've found something else I love. I love his moans and the way they bounce off the walls of this room. I love his breathing and the handsome upturn of one corner of his mouth when he smirks. It's wonderful. It's completely everything I've ever wished for.

I jump when his deep voice finally breaks the sensual silence.

"You remember what I told you about today, right John?"

I nod, and then realize his eyes are squeezed shut. Fear… or maybe pain. A combination of both, I decide after a few moments.

"I remember, Sherlock." I tell him softly, my voice slightly breaking as I recall the words.

"Know that should I ever be free of this life that I leave you and I will make it together. We could always run away."

I shake my head, knowing my Sherlock.

"You'd never, ever give up consulting. As much as you hate her, Donavon is right. You love the thrill of it all."

His laugh vibrates in this throat. He knows I know him too well.

I plant a soft kiss on his lips and settle in, for this discussion can take place at a later date.

*Knock… Knock…Knock*

My eyes open slightly as I look to Sherlock, who wiggles out of bed and into a robe. He gives me a crooked wink as he leaves the room.