watsonshoneybee:

anyway the reality of the situation is that Sherlock is going to spend a lot of time touching John, running fingers through his hair, drawing a line down the back of his neck, stroking over the soft delicate skin on the inside of his wrists, kissing his jaw and his chin, burying his face into his tummy and his armpits and his groin and occasionally the back of his knee, licking at the soft sensitive places, trying to find all the places that tickle and all the places that ignite, learning his scars like braille, and Sherlock likes to talk about what he’s doing so he’s pretty much going to narrate all of this with that tone of wonder, that sense of awe, that fiercely protective growl, that eager whisper, and John is going to never doubt that his place and his life and his ideas are valid and important and necessary to Sherlock in the same way that Sherlock’s place and life and ideas are valid and important and necessary to John and isn’t that just the loveliest