Just a little thing in my head today. It’s intended to be after they get back to Baker Street after a study in pink.

On the Threshold – Meeting Sherlock has been whirlwind, makes sense they wouldn’t get up the stairs before their first time.

teaser below the cut

John led the way into Baker Street. What a difference two days made. He glanced back at the mad detective, wondering about how much faith the man had placed in him.

That trust went both ways. John climbed two stairs and stopped, turning around to meet Sherlock’s eyes. He studied John’s face, searching. John licked his lips slowly. Leaning forward, Sherlock cupped his face and kissed him cautiously.

John kissed him back, moaning softly. This all felt as inevitable as thunder after lightning. Or perhaps Spring after Winter would be more apt. In the depths of February, Spring always seemed impossibly far.

But here was Spring, thawing warmth that eased the ache in his bones. Perhaps he was having the same affect on Sherlock. The man pulled back to look into the depth of John’s eyes, hands dropping to his waist.

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