Mmmm, what you all have been waiting for, I hope.
Basorexia
In two long strides Sherlock had reached him. John was still frozen when Sherlock put his hands on his jaw, leaned down, and kissed him.
It was a simple, wonderful kiss— clumsy but heartfelt, soft, wet. Sherlock caught John's lower lip between his own and he pressed a little more intently, tilting his head. John melted, his tensed shoulders going limp. Embers of a feeling he had tried not to encourage kicked up into flames.
It was just like New Year's, all over again—John felt the same strange giddiness and warmth flowing through his belly, but now, there was something else, too—
Fury.
Is it cheating if I make the chapter title a prompt word?
Prompts were from Javien Deluke (who submitted, like, seventy prompts, in case you were wondering), and they were: basorexia, embers