John found out that Sherlock was extremely ticklish.
Sherlock found out that John would whimper if he bit along his hip bone.
"You are terrible," John grinned.
"Says the man with the motorcycle."
"Oh, shush, you beautiful human."
John had captured Sherlock's lips, kissing him as long as he pleased, turning those cupid bows into pink, swollen lines. In return, Sherlock pinned his hips against John's.
"Christ," John muttered. Sherlock consumed the word and placed it on the middle of that golden chest.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," Sherlock chanted in a quiet voice. John knotted his fingers in the inky curls below him, tugging gently.
"You're so beautiful," the golden boy whispered.
And Sherlock believed it.
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FanfictionSherlock remembered the day he had fallen in love with books, but he mostly remembered the day he met John Watson. •cover by @AddictedToTheMadness because she's hella awesome•
