He paused and looked at Sherlock. There was hope in his eyes. He flushed and then smiled softly at Sherlock. He set down the Sharpie and then got up, John walked over to Sherlock and put his hands on the man's face. He stroked his hands over those cheeks.

The blonde leaned in and kissed him, wanting to melt into the kiss. Them. He did want to forget about the rest of the world.