#wolf!sherlock

The light breaths across John’s neck caused him to giggle from how it tickled and he warmly returned the nuzzling into the nape of Sherlock’s neck before planting a soft kiss there. John felt rather than heard a low placid growl that resembled something close to a human humming. It was there John felt calmness wash over him. Soon he and Sherlock fell asleep in peaceful bliss on the couch, their arms wrapped tight around one another as their breathing slowed and their heartbeats matched in harmonious pace.

John rather liked when Sherlock was in his wolf form. He would lay himself close to the fireplace, black fur almost shimmering in the light of the fire, and moan and groan until John made his way over to him and pet his large head. He would make a purr like growl and stretch himself fully until he pushes John down and lays his head on his lap. Sometimes he’ll lay there for hours, and sometimes he’ll get up suddenly and pace around the flat. John usually hated when he did that because Sherlock wasn’t a small wolf. He was a massive, large hulk of a wolf. Almost the size of a horse. And he’d walk around the flat as if he was his small skinny human self and knock everything to the ground, causing more trouble and a bigger mess. But what John loved most was when Sherlock would push him out the door, and in the cover of the dark night, they would walk, or in Sherlock’s case- run, through London. All cameras would turn the other way and they would walk up and down the streets of London without a care. Sherlock would howl so loud, and press his whole body against John’s- and John would feel so happy. Sherlock didn’t transform into his wolf form that often, but when he did, he would stay impossibly close to John, and that was made John the most happiest. The second he stood away too long, Sherlock would growl and follow John wherever he went, whether it was when he was making tea, or when he didn’t join Sherlock on the floor in front of the fire. Sherlock doesn’t tell John his feeling much when in human form, but when he’s a wolf, all his actions tells John how much he cares for him. And John can’t help but falling for him a little more every time after. And though after he turns back to human and he doesn’t talk about the night before, Sherlock would briefly touch shoulders or brush fingers, and John will know. Sherlock might not say it much, but he very much is in love with John. And of course, John is very much in love with Sherlock; even when he has to vacuum all the fur the day after…