Sherlock had tried to stay still and calm and take it easy, but the more he touched John, the more he couldn't stop thinking about how he thought the man had been dead.

"You're alive. You're here." He kept repeating as his kissed got quicker and more heated and more desperate. "I thought I lost you, but you are here... I can touch you and smell you and taste you..." He kissed all over John's body, quick, desperate, needy kisses that he lathered onto any part of John that he could get his lips on.

"You're alive. You're alive."