…’I won’t let you go alone’…
Just a little scribble because thinking about Sherlock having to put himself into a dangerous situation to solve a case and John worrying and pacing and tugging at his hair as he tries to talk some sense into Sherlock and nothing seems to be working so he just pulls him close and kisses him because he’d be damned if he didn’t get to do it at least once and he doesn’t care that half the Yard are there, he only cares about the way Sherlock’s arm tighten at his waist, how he doesn’t pull back, how he breathes John’s name against his lips and god, they’ve been so stupid for so long….