To be honest, Sherlock and John need to just go to bed, and sleep in one another’s arms for like a week straight. They both must be so tired, and desperately lonely for one another. Let them have this. Please!
But consider them waking that first morning John is home, all sleep-soft and mussy. Consider them pressing their foreheads together, breathing one another’s breath. Consider them shrugging out of their shirts, and wrapping their arms around each other, pulling one another close, skin-on-skin, absorbing one another’s warmth. Consider hands stroking gently, learning every dip, and plane, and scar. Consider hot faces tucked in the crook of necks, and careful, tender kisses. Consider words of comfort, promises whispered in the morning light.
“I staying.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I love you.”
“Love you.”
Consider the end of one life, and the beginning of the next, the rest of it, forever.
Also consider other mornings with honey toast and tea in bed, with piles of blankets, and nature documentaries and Bond films on the laptop, books, and magazines, and phones spread out over the duvet.
Consider sarcastic comments aimed at the laptop, and occasional, sleepy dozing, and grumbly shuffling to the loo.
Consider socked feet rubbing against lean, muscled calves, and cold bare feet tucking under warm, strong thighs.
Consider laughter, and tussling that devolves into full on wrestling.
Consider the still, pregnant moment, as one stills beneath the other, and their eyes meet, lips meet, hearts slamming against their ribcage in synchrony, hands everywhere, pants, and moans, and sobs of release and relief.
Consider pyjamas shucked off, bodies soothed clean, naked limbs twining, as heartbeats calm, and breathing evens out.
Consider the comfort of these simple intimacies, things most people take for granted, but which these two men never thought they’d have–never with each other.
Consider the encompassing sense of safety, of rest.
Home at last.
I AM CONSIDERING AND LOSING MY MIND OMG-
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