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The breeze rifles between them, a gentle pressure, nudging pressure to take one step closer toward Sherlock. John is seconds away from succumbing, his entirety craving his touch.
Sherlock stops and whirls to face John. His brilliant eyes are focused with an intensity that stirs John's insides. Oh, to be the subject of that focus.
He can't take it anymore. His beauty, his incredible mind- How could he be expected to continue resisting?
John stops the words escaping from Sherlock with firm, intentional pressure from his own lips. Sherlock instantly melts into the connection and nothing exists except the pair.
