A warm smile filled Sherlock's face, and he he kissed John, a long, sensual but not overly sexual kiss. He didn't lick or nip, just an almost chaste kiss that lasted too long to actually be chaste.

"Alright, then. Tomorrow we can find a moving company to help you pack. I'm not sure how much you have. This flat is not large, but you can use the upper bedroom as storage as well as a bed. There is a bed already up there, so you don't need to move yours, we can arrange to give it to charity, along with any dressers and such." He had to assume that John was going to at least start living in the upper bedroom until they were.. more well acquainted.

"That still leaves rules. I'm sure we will be making new ones and changing them as we get used to each other, but there should be some ground rules set, for both of us."