For the lovely madlori. Fanart of her fic Performance in a Leading Role.
“It feels like you here.” John reached up and put a finger under Sherlock’s chin, drawing him closer.
“I always thought it was missing something,” Sherlock whispered.
“What?” The word was barely a puff of air. John was staring at Sherlock’s lips.
“I don’t know, but I think you may have brought it with you.”