Why had the kissing stopped? It was sudden, but he was alright with it. The kissing was brilliant. He let out a breath and moved with Sherlock further into the room.

And then that brilliant vampire was talking and John wanted to swear and and... He knew, he fucking knew. Shit.

His eyes flicked downward, feeling his stomach drop. "Sherlock..." John raised his head, looking at the man, "Why am I in a trap circle?"