John's mouth hung open a little when Sherlock pulled away. He didn't move; he didn't even open his eyes until Sherlock spoke.

"John, did I do it wrong?" The confusion and doubt were clear in his voice.

John paused for a few seconds, letting what had happened sink in. That was one response he hadn't anticipated. And he didn't even care when he let his emotion leak into his voice. "No you didn't, come here ."

John pulled him in and locked Sherlock's mouth firmly with his own.

The next kiss was as sweet as Sherlock could muster. It eased the pain in his chest and made the constantly churning emotions seem simpler, easier to deal with, easier to think around.

John's hands dropped to Sherlock's waist and he basked in the feeling of exhilaration. He had hoped for this kind of relationship with the man for so long, and now he could not believe it might happen. His mind raced as he imagined all of the possibilities for the future. What would happen from this point on?

Sherlock's mind, on the other hand, was slow and groggy for the first time in years. He could hardly focus on bringing his hands up to grasp John's lapel.

The kiss was long and drawn out. Neither person wanted to move, save for the occasional adjustment of a hand.

Sherlock's cold fingers moving to caress John's neck made John jerk away and huff out a chuckle. He smiled and apologetically said, "Your hands are cold."

Sherlock ignored his statement and jumped to the first thing that came to his mind. "When will you move back?" He had never felt so eager for something that was not a case. He needed an answer now so that they could proceed on with the day.

John smiled again, fondly. "Immediately."

Sherlock stood taller and taller and took a deep breath. "Great," He paused for a moment to get his mind back on track, "but I really do need to get back to the case. Want to help?" He knew John wouldn't be able to resist.

"Absolutely," John grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and made his way to the door, "and I will move my stuff back in tonight. I don't think I will require help considering half of my belongings are mysteriously back in in the flat already."

Sherlock gave John a little smirk and strode past him, fixing his scarf. "Come along John, as much as I'd like to keep Lestrade waiting, I'd also like to see his reaction to my date."

"Date?" John smiled again. "We're going to look at a corpse." He followed Sherlock down the steps and stopped a few from the bottom.

Sherlock turned around, "Yes, a date. I have an appointment to attend to with a person to who I am romantically inclined." He motioned towards the door with an imploring look. "You really should buy a dictionary, John. Now, let's move along, shall we?"

Sherlock strode out the door, not pausing to wait for John again.