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<33 Last of the edits, SORRY. xD

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John wasn't any less clueless about this entire situation than Sherlock was. Everything was a confused mess of overwhelming emotions. How was one supposed to act when suddenly confronted by the former lover they'd thought had been dead for the past three years? He'd missed him, of course he'd missed him. He'd never stopped missing him... but he'd had to move on. No one, even the lovely Mary hadn't filled the void left behind by Sherlock. It was impossible to replace him, and he had always been one of a kind. To say that losing him had been a difficult blow was an understatement. It had nearly killed him. Now, to have him back again, as if from the dead, he knows he should be happy - he should be beside himself with excitement and relief and love, and perhaps he is, but it's too jumbled and confused inside him. Tears seem a very natural reaction, even for the former soldier who doesn't like showing this sort of weakness in front of others

It's okay, darlin'. I GUESS you're allowed. :-P

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John finds himself caught in Sherlock's gaze, unable to look away. It's been so long that he's found himself hypnotized like a deer-in-the-headlights from those eyes, eyes that had haunted his dreams and waking moments so many since Sherlock had supposedly jumped to his death. It had gotten better as time went by, and especially once Mary had entered his life, bringing a calm sense of normality back into his day-to-day routine. He had been unprepared to face this man, this ghost again, and he almost crumbles all over again. But he refuses to cry - not now, maybe later, when he's by himself, and Mary is not there to see him. Perhaps he'll stay alone in the flat tonight, and try to deal with everything that had suddenly been thrown back into his life. Hopefully Mary would understand. So far, she'd been almost too understanding.

"No, Sherlock," he had spoken. "Stay." But he wouldn't have a chance to say anything to the man's apology, before Mary suddenly cut in. He could tell immediately from her expression that something was up, even

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Sherlock holds John's gaze with an expression halfway between apologetic and unease, waiting for what he thought would be John politely telling him to bugger off. He doesn't really understand why he's been allowed to stay as long as he had, actually. He could see how hard this was on John, and he certainly didn't like feeling like such an intruder on his life

ILU BB AND I'M GLAD YOU'RE NOT TIRED OF OUR THREADS YET.

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John is greatly relieved when Sherlock agrees to stay at 221B, the old flat they once shared together. For a moment, he feared the other man might take this as his opportunity to bow at, and he wouldn't have completely blamed him. Why would he want to stay, when everything was so changed, so different? But... was it so different? Since the moment he'd seen Sherlock at the front door, it had felt like that thing he'd been missing had returned and filled that void, although not completely. For the void to have been completely filled, their lives would have had to have never changed. They would still be everything to each other - best friends, partners, lovers, soul-mates. But he had been gone for three years, and now Mary was here, and of course he loved her because how could he not? She was a good woman and she'd help him move on. A sane man, John supposed, would have been more than happy with what he had, and wouldn't have had a single doubt in his mind. Sherlock was the one who had left him without a word. He had ever right to move

I COULD NEVER GET TIRED OF YOUUU. ;w;

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Curling up on John's bed had been something he'd been waiting all of the past three years for, but John was always with him in the countless times he'd envisioned this moment. He saw John holding him close as he apologized for the umpteenth time, and he saw him smiling and stroking his hair as he told him it was alright because at least he was here now. He wanted to pick up where they left off, not meet his fiancee and be left trying to figure out where he fit in John's life, if he even did fit anymore. Could he get used to being just his flatmate again? He had done it before, hadn't he? But then, that was before he fell for him, so maybe it would always be as difficult as it was now to see him and know that he could never really have him again

D'awww! ILU BB

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If Sherlock had crawled into John's lap, he would have probably been completely powerless to stop him. It would have felt so completely comfortable and natural, and practically every muscle in his body was begging to fall into the other man's arms once again, or hold him close. They had three long years to make up for, and so far, they'd spent so little time touching. Things were, of course, immensely complicated. Three years was a very long time. For John, it might as well have been an eternity with the love of his life presumed dead and gone forever. The first year had been the worst, then things had slowly started to get better, before he met Mary, and he even started to feel happy again

ILU tooo! <333

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It was more difficult than Sherlock could have imagined to keep himself from taking John into his arms because he'd never once imagined he would have to. He never once considered the possibility that John would have moved on from him. Despite John's engagement and constant internal reminders that he shouldn't be having these thoughts, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to hold him again, to kiss him again and to fall asleep in his arms again

I had a nice tag typed up, then the internet decided to eat it. Hope this one is just as good. <3

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Each and every one of Sherlock's interjections tugged at John's heartstrings. The consulting detective was everything apologetic, remorseful and compliant. There didn't seem to be a vengeful bone in his body, when he probably should have seen Mary as the enemy. Then again, he was not blameless, and he also seemed well aware of that. But as John searched his face, and those striking eyes he had msised so much, he knew those words were genuine and sincere. Sherlock was, of course, an exceptional actor and mimic of emotions, but this seemed very real. He couldn't help but smirk ever-so-slightly when his nonexistent desire to hit this lovely man was swiftly approved

Nuu! Stupid internets! XP

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Sherlock had told himself that he never wanted to lie to John ever again if he could help it, and thus was speaking nothing but the truth. He was sorry, filled with more regret than he imagined a self-proclaimed sociopath should rightfully be able to feel, and John wasn't 'just an' anything. John was absolutely everything. Seeing that slight smirk made his heart leap, though he still couldn't wait to see a full smile, like the way he used to smile at him.

John's gentle stroking of his hand was incredibly comforting, though he worried if maybe it was a bit too comforting. He was falling too easily back into old habits, wanting nothing more than to pull John into his arms and never let him go again. He's frozen in place when John's hand moves, seeing the way it shook slightly on the way to stroke his hair. His heart thumps almost painfully in his chest when John almost-smiles again, unable to help himself but to let his eyes fall shut as he leaned into the gentle touch that had once been so familiar

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John is reminded of a lazy, compliant pussycat as Sherlock leans and nuzzles into his touch like that. His own throat goes a bit dry, but he doesn't dare move his hand away. To be completely honest... he's not entirely sure he has the strength in him to do that. His hand feels like it has found its home again, there on that familiar cheek, fingers stroking his skin and touching those dark curls. He thinks he may not be able to ever stop touching this man again, and the thought both scares the hell out of him.. and makes his stomach turn over with something akin to butterflies. It's foreign, this touch, but it's also familiar - it's just been a very long time. But now, everything comes flooding back, and he's pushing away the voice that's telling him he should have never let this happen. It's a downward spiral now that he's not sure he can stop, even if he tried - even if he really wanted to

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John's touch seemed to effortlessly get Sherlock's pulse racing, having waited for so long to feel this rush of emotion and sensation again. Three years of his heart being dormant and quiet as it seemed to waste away in longing and John just switches it back on and brings it back to life with the simplest touch. God, it was painful how much he'd missed him, the void that took residence in the very core of his being effortlessly filled again just by being back in the presence of this incredible man

You. You always blow my posts out of the water, ma'am. <3

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Somewhere, deep inside, John knew this was incredibly selfish of him. In that moment, he was practically trying to have it all - a fiancee on the side, as well as a back-from-the-dead lover. He still had feelings for Mary, after all. Sherlock being back in his life just that one day hadn't yet changed that. Although John had always had a way with women, he had usually been a one woman man. Especially as he had grown older, he couldn't imagine carrying on with lots of women at a time

Stoppit you! You're going to make me ego even worse, and your posts are ahmygod beautifulll.

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In this moment, it was almost like it never happened, like they were just picking up right where they'd left off. Like John wasn't engaged to someone who wasn't him. The only important thing right now was John's lips and hands and everything touching and holding him in that perfect way that he hadn't felt for so very long. There's a stifled whimper against John's lips as he lets his tongue invade his mouth, his fingers squeezing tight at John's sleeve in a desperate plea for him to stay with him and to please don't get married so he didn't have to let this moment end. It was selfish, certainly, but he couldn't help himself because they weren't meant to be finished yet. There was so much more they had to do together, and John couldn't just get married and throw away all that potential, could he

xD I feel kinda bad cuz he's cheating on Mary and kinda using Sherlock BUT IT'S STILL HAWT, DAMMIT!

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John is hardly aware that what he is doing could probably be construed as very wrong. After all, he's not exactly a free and single man anymore. But it's hard to think about a fiancee when the person you loved before her, the one person who had made you feel truly alive again, is such a real and solid presence beneath you. No more dreams where phantom images of a dark detective faded into smoke when he woke up in a cold sweat and turned on the light. So he feels that he literally cannot stop himself as he devoured Sherlock with kisses, adamant that no trace of skin on his otherworldly face be left untouched by his lips. Guilt can wait. Guilt can and undoubtedly will come later, in painful waves, but for now, this is his time of healing, of taking back that which he'd missed, which he'd thought he'd never have again

I knowwww ugh still so much angst even when they're making out!

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Having John's attention like this was something Sherlock had wanted again for every moment of every day of those three years, and the dizzying high of endorphins was intoxicating. This was a high not even chemical assistance had ever given him, and he didn't want to let it go again for anything. He could only pant for breath and cling to him as John kissed him wherever he could reach, nearly delirious with how elated he was to have this again. To have John again.

He can't help himself from kissing him back, wanting to kiss him until his lips were numb and all the pain and loneliness of three years without his other half faded to a distant memory. He clings desperately to him, begging him to take him back and forget having any fiance besides perhaps himself. That was the future he was hoping for, where he had a tangible symbol on him at all times that he was John's, and John was his. He wanted that, God did he want that. He moaned again softly when John sucks on his lip before kissing over his jaw and neck. He respired harshly

They just can't catch a break! <3

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John almost wants to cry again, when he hears Sherlock tell him how much he missed him, every second. It's more than enough to spurn him on and even more passionately, if that's at all possible. To have gone all those days without this incredible man with him, to think that he was dead and would never return... it had been the worst kind of torture he could have ever endured. Any other form of physical torture could not have compared to what he went through without his soul-mate by his side. He had moved on eventually, of course, but it had not happened overnight, and even then, he wasn't exactly the same man he had been before. He didn't realize it until now that yes, he was different with Mary - not necessarily in a bad way, but he had already been a shell of a man when they met. Now that Sherlock was here, and he was kissing him and touching him everywhere, he couldn't get enough