Sherlock stirred bit when John woke up. He didn't want to wake up, but he did. He sat up, running a hand through his mussy hair.

"Nng." He groaned and stood up. He was sore, like he knew he would be, but he didn't mind smiling at the memory of what they ha done.

"I need a shower." He said, stretching. As he walked past John, have gave his lover a kiss, then headed to the shower, turning it on as hot as he could.

"Ahhhh..." he smiled and leaned into the water, letting it slough down his body.