"Oh the things you do to me..." John whined softly. But he enjoyed all those things, every single one of them. He snuggled back against Sherlock.

He wanted to stay like this, ignore the world. But he knew that they couldn't. No. There were things they had to do. Destinies that they had to face. And it wasn't fair. He let out a breath, but just remained relaxed in Sherlock's arms.