Of course Sherlock would never admit it, but his career had always come first. He had had.... dalliances before, always with men, but nothing ever serious. John, though.. this wasn't some dalliance.. Sherlock could tell that.. But was he ready for something... anything? He hadn't intended for this to be anything more than just a job, and this was setting him back on his heels in a way that made him awkward and uncomfortable.

Not the kissing, it was warm and wet and wonderful, but he still wasn't sure what he wanted.. not yet.

Sherlock broke away after a moment, panting ever so softly. "John.. " His voice was a whisper on the breeze.