Satanic Nightjar
reach for the stars and don't settle for the moon
Sherlock returned the kiss, unsure at first, but gaining confidence in what he was doing. He ran his fingers through his smooth blond hair, relishing the taste of John's lips on his own. Ever second was so precious, every touch so perfect, he never wanted this moment to end. When at last they pulled apart, a warm silence spread between them, no words needing to be spoken. They simply sat there, neither speaking, yet unspoken words inhabiting the air between them. All of the anger and pain from before dissolved into this wonderful moment.
Then a thought invaded the perfect peacefulness of Sherlock's mind. Though disrupting the silence was the last thing he wished to do, it was a question that needed answering. "John?" He asked, voice low and slightly unsteady. "What . . . what about Mary? You're happy with her. You love her. She's . . . she's normal, and you deserve a normal future."
Then a thought invaded the perfect peacefulness of Sherlock's mind. Though disrupting the silence was the last thing he wished to do, it was a question that needed answering. "John?" He asked, voice low and slightly unsteady. "What . . . what about Mary? You're happy with her. You love her. She's . . . she's normal, and you deserve a normal future."