Okay but imagine the first night John and Sherlock spend together after they finally admit their feelings to each other. It's a quiet night spent cuddled in Sherlock's bed with the moon shining in through the curtains. The darkness cloaks both of their bodies, John in t-shirt and boxers and Sherlock in a pair of boxers. They stay silent, speaking with fingers roaming almost reverently over skin, eyes bright with love, and gentle kisses that take their breaths away while feeling like home
This one makes me sigh with happiness. I adore fics where they share a bed, but not sex after the confession. The “as slow as you like or not at all” fics. Oh my heart.
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