Sherlock woke in the morning, and nuzzled his head in against John's neck to block the stream of sunlight coming in through the window. He breathed in the smell of washing powder, aftershave, and a smell that is entirely indescribable – a smell that is entirely John. It sounded cliché in his mind, but for the first time that he could remember, he didn't care. For the first time that he could remember, cliché was perfectly okay with him.
He smiled; a real smile, a true smile, a smile that he reserved only for those he truly cared about. That smile was now John's. He could feel John's chest rising and falling with his gentle, calm breathing, and he ran his fingers along the smooth material of his shirt. For once, he wasn't thinking about the blood running through John's veins, pumping from his heart in miniscule bursts of life. He wasn't thinking about the thoughts running through John's mind or the images he saw behind his eyelids as he slept. He wasn't thinking about opening John up and reading him like a map, or memorising him like he had memorised London. He wasn't thinking about cold hard facts, or details, or deductions. He had the rest of their life for that. Instead, he was thinking about the warmth seeping from John's body, and the smell of John's hair, and the feel of John's skin, and the way John sounded when he laughed, and the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and that John was completely in love with him, and he was completely in love with John.
I will protect you with my life. Sherlock thought to himself as he slowly drifted back into sleep. And I will always love you.
He wasn't scared anymore, because he knew that love would only change him in small ways. His mind would still be brilliant, and work would still be there, as important as ever, and John was still there with him, every step of the way.
Authors Note - I've completely lost where this story was going, which I am really annoyed about. But not only that, I've lost the feel for it. I'm not into it like I was. So I thought, rather than trying to force myself to play it out, I would just wrap it up here.
So, for everyone who's been reading this, I do apologise that it didn't go very far, and I do apologise for this extremely small final 'chapter', if you could call it that. And thank you all for encouraging me to keep writing. It has been a joy, up until the last chapter.