John left the bedside lamp on and turned to Sherlock.
"At last, I get a chance to really see you."
The younger man blushed slightly.
"I hope you like what you see." He countered shyly, reaching for his shirt buttons.
"Don't." John stopped him. "Let me."
With quick, practiced fingers he undid the buttons, sliding the smooth cotton from Sherlock's shoulders, whistling appreciatively through his teeth.
Stepping forward he placed his hands on the other man's waist, pulling him close and dipping his head to kiss a pink and aroused nipple while his busy hands undid trousers and pushed them and boxers down.
Ripping at his own clothing he barked "Bed!"
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Tucking the duvet around Sally's shoulders Greg stood to leave, but a hand grasping his stopped him.
"What?" he asked softly, looking back at her.
"Don't go." She whispered "I don't want to be alone…"
"You won't be alone, I'll just be downstairs…" Greg stopped, seeing tears shining in her eyes, trembling on her lashes as she tried to blink them away. "Sally don't…"
"I can't help it, I thought that I was going to die, that we were…" Sally drew a shaky breath. "That we were finished before we ever got started."
Tugging at his hand Sally slid across to the far side of the mattress.
"Come to bed."