"Sherlock!" he cried out when he felt Sherlock against him. John felt like everything was right, wonderful. He yanked Sherlock's mouth towards his to kiss the man again. Kiss him senseless.

He didn't know what he meant. Whether it was forever or just the night or what. But something inside him told him to never let this man go.

John opened his eyes to look at Sherlock. There was gold rimming around the edge of blue.