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People always said that a kiss will change everything. Sometimes that’s true. John couldn't really say it did in his case, but that was okay. Sure, it changed a few rather essential things, but apart from that, his life with Sherlock was very much the same. He supposed that their "relationship" had always been just that. Just without the kissing and such. So not much in day-to-day life was altered.
The man still drove him mental. He still got bored easily and tried to set John’s jumpers on fire. He still rarely slept and insisted on playing his violin at all hours. He was still this maddening whirlwind in John’s life, sweeping him up and whisking him away to God knows what.
Now, however, there was only one room occupied within their Baker Street flat (which, as John pointed out, left an entire room to do experiments in that was not the kitchen). John now had a better look into the rest of Sherlock’s quirks; the ones he had been in the dark about before, a better look into that maddeningly amazing mind. His black moods seemed to decrease as well; he would still slip into them but for shorter periods of time, and they still seemed somewhat gentler than before. Over breakfast and tea there were also soft kisses and fleeting touches. Sometimes Sherlock would come up behind John while the kettle was boiling and wrap his spidery arms around the man's waist, nuzzle into his neck. In their post-case adrenaline highs, they had some of the most brilliant sex John had ever imagined possible.
Sherlock also smiled more, now. He was surprisingly affectionate, wrapping himself around John every possible moment. It was almost like he constantly needed to reassure himself this was happening. And that was okay. Because in all honesty, John could always use the reassurance himself.
They kissed at small moments, to celebrate small things. On the way to a case when it had been awhile since they had taken one. When Sherlock found something important to do with a case. When John heard good news about Harry. John always kissed Sherlock when he got the stubborn man to eat during a case, no matter how indignant Sherlock was about the ordeal. Each morning, Sherlock would press a shy kiss to John's forehead with a slight smile.
Kisses could change things, and they had a bit. For the better.