#lapsisunum

The adrenaline was still buzzing through his veins as he leaned back on the couch. John could still feel his heart drumming in his chest and as he looked at Sherlock, his heart skipped a beat for an entirely different reason. The man looked debauched with his curls awry and his adam’s apple bobbing as he too rode the high of a chase that still played in their minds. Yet at the same time, his beauty was aweing. John moved his hand to Sherlock’s and placed it over his as he leaned against his cheek, still breathing fast. His eyelashes caressed the skin as he drank in the man’s scent and for the moment, John was completely content.

"ℳight I inquire as to why you're bothering me at work, brother dear?"

I'm not your jester. MH

"Idiot."

"AH." He blanched, and his hand immediately slid away from the other and settled on his own stomach, "I was just following the warmth and..." his ears turned red, but he did not take his eyes off of the screen, "I didn't mean to, honest."

[ sms ] ... unless you're really into that sort of thing? - SM

And not necessarily in that order.

John’s fingers left the handle of his mug, replacing it back on the bedside table. His eyes shut. Had Sherlock been neglecting him? Yes, but John was used to Sherlock’s mind being occupied to puzzles, murders. John stared into Sherlock’s eyes and his smile was soft as he leaned into Sherlock’s touch. He nuzzled his nose to his. “I know,” he replied. He surrendered to Sherlock’s mouth. There were no apologies needed because John knew how important he was. He ran his fingers over his cheeks.