The first time John wakes up in Sherlock’s bed, he finds the other side cold and empty. Rolling up to Sherlock place, John buries in head in the pillow and doesn’t try to suppress the light giggle bursting out of his throat. By some inexplicable luck, he finds himself in the very place he dreamed of so many time. Inhaling deeply, John rolls to his back and allows himself to feel smug about the fact that he is now Sherlock’s lover. Even now, John can still feel the imprint of Sherlock’s large hands on his lower back, his full lips leaving burning kisses all over John’s skin and his hot breath as he panted against John’s neck. After years of abort confession and silent ache for more, John is finally this amazing man’s partner. Nothings stops