John raised his head and looked over his shoulder at Sherlock. "Hm?"

He was wrecked and it was an amazing feeling. He loved every moment of it and wanted to do it again. He let out a breath and shifted back to his human form. He knew Sherlock preferred his true form. But sometimes the wings just got in the way of cuddling.

"Sorry I wrecked your sheets." He said in reference to the claw marks in them.