He pulled back and smiled at Sherlock. "No matter what... It's you and me against the world. No one else will matter. Just us." John said.

He loved this man. Loved him so. He didn't know how he had lived without ever admitting it. But together, they could face whatever the world threw at them. He shifted forward and pressed himself against Sherlock. It wasn't sexual, he just wanted to be close to him. Feel him. Know he was here.