John traced his thumb against Sherlock's lively pink lip, looking deep into the detective's blue/gray, mysterious eyes. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss this man, he didn't even know! His heart started pounding, hard, against his chest, fighting to get out.
"I don't see any damage, Sherlock..." John muttered, his thumb still skimming that delicate lip.
"Keep looking." Sherlock urged. "I know there must be something wrong with it! It hurts..."
Sometimes Sherlock made this face. It reminded John so much of a helpless little kid, and it was adorable. John's heart stopped as Sherlock's eyes looked so helplessly into his own, and he gasped light