A/N So, I am apparently stuck on Taylor Swift right now, which is a little weird considering I am not really that into her music normally, but what can I say, the girl can write a good love song. Anyway, Enjoy<3

John had moved back in to Baker Street and things seemed like they were going to get better. Mary had fled the country and taken little Rosie with her. Even though Sherlock insisted he was looking, John knew that he wasn't trying very hard. They had shared a kiss after Mary disappeared and since then they were growing closer. Neither of them was willing to move too quickly and jinx whatever was forming between them, so they never really talked about it. They just sort of settled into a comfortable routine of gentle touches and timid kisses. They would cuddle on the sofa, Sherlock's head resting in John's lap while the doctor massaged his scalp and played with his curls.

Eventually, they started sharing a room, never doing anything more than cuddling. One night while they were cuddling, Sherlock noticed an oddly shaped case in the corner of John's room. He had never noticed it before.

"John, are you awake?"

"I am now. What's wrong love?" Sherlock couldn't help the soft smile that pulled at his lips at the pet name John had started using for him.

"Why is there a guitar case in your room?"

"Well, perhaps that is because that is where I put it." Sherlock chuckled at the sarcastic statement. He always felt bad for waking John up, but only for a little because he got to see a different side of the man. He was more open when he was half asleep, the intense filter he always kept up slipping away.

"Cute, seriously though, since when do you have a guitar?"

"I played a little when I was younger, and I just never sold it. I honestly forgot it was there." The shorter man rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on one elbow, looking sleepily at the detective.

"How come you have never played it?"

"I just said I forgot I had it. Why is this concerning you so much love?" Sherlock sighed as John ran his fingers through his hair, playing absently with the dark curls.

"It's not concerning me, I was just wondering why you never talk about it."

"There are a lot of things that I haven't told you about my teen years Sherlock. Eventually we will make it through everything, but not right now ok? I am pretty tired and would just like to go back to sleep." Sherlock nodded and let his thin frame become wrapped up in his blogger's arms, resting his head on John's chest and listening to the steady thrum of his heart.

"Will you play for me sometime John?"

"One day love, let's sleep for now though?" They fell asleep soon after, content in each other's embrace.

The guitar didn't come up again for several weeks. In fact, Sherlock had almost completely forgotten about it. Until one night following a particularly rough case, John had been attacked and received a few rough punches to the gut and face. Sherlock didn't handle John getting hurt very well before they were together and now that they were officially dating he reacted worse than ever. After nearly killing the man that hurt John, he spent the entire trip back to the flat in an angry silence. When they arrived he had his melt down, screaming at John and trying to convince him to no longer join him on cases.

"Sherlock, you are being unreasonable. I have always known the dangers involved with you and it hasn't stopped me before. Besides, I wasn't even hurt that badly, just a couple of bruises."

"John, I won't risk losing you again."

"You never lost me love, not even close."

"I won't be the reason you get killed John."

"Sherlock, you would never be the reason I am hurt. If I ever get hurt it will be because of something stupid that I chose to do." The blogger stepped closer to his companion and placed his hands on the thin waist of the detective. "You seem to forget that I have a thing for dangerous people. I would probably go mad if loving you weren't so damned dangerous to be around."

"I can't lose you John, not when I hardly know anything about you."

"You know everything about me."

"John, we have known each other for seven years and I just learned you play the guitar a few weeks ago." John went quiet for a moment before a mischievous grin split his lips. He directed Sherlock to sit and told him to wait. He then scurried off to his bedroom. He was gone for nearly five minutes before he returned, carrying his guitar. The pale wood glinted in the light of the fire, winking at Sherlock as the shorter man pulled a chair in front of the detective.

"Okay, now it has been a long time since I have played anything, but I heard this song the other day and it reminded me of you, so I decided to check out the chords. Please be gentle in your review." He sat in the chair and started to play, fingers finding the notes with surprising ease. Sherlock watched in awe as his blogger swayed gently to the music.

Then he started to sing, and Sherlock thought his chest was going to explode.

Put your lips close to mine

As long as they don't touch

Out of focus, eye to eye

Till the gravity's too much

And I'll do anything you say

If you say it with your hands

And I'd be smart to walk away,

But you're quicksand

John looked up at Sherlock and couldn't help smiling at the expression on his lover's face.

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

And I, I, I like it

Sherlock felt tears in his eyes as the lyrics registered. He loved this man so much.

I can't decide if it's a choice

Getting swept away

I hear the sound of my own voice

Asking you to stay

And all we are is skin and bone

Trained to get along

Forever going with the flow,

But you're friction

Sherlock was crying now, not an emotion he showed often. He let the tears fall as John continued to play the song, rocking in his chair and fighting the pain that was building in his fingertips. It had been so long since he played and the strings were starting to cut into the pads of his fingers. He kept playing though, wanting to make Sherlock understand how he felt about the crazy, wonderful man.

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

I, I, I like it

Sherlock leaned closer to his blogger and rested one of his hands on John's knee, smiling through the tears.

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night

And I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive and I would

Follow you, follow you home

I'll follow you, follow you home

John sang through the chorus once more before he finished playing, letting the notes ring out as he held Sherlock's gaze.

"John, I-I- that was- I can't- there are no words." John blushed and placed the guitar on the floor beside him, tearing his gaze from Sherlock's.

"Like I said, it's been a long time so it definitely wasn't the best I have ever done." Sherlock reached for John, catching the doctor's shirt in his long fingers and pulling him onto his lap. John gasped in shock, but allowed the position change. They had never gone any farther than a decent snog, but they had discussed taking things to the next level.

John found himself straddling his detective's thighs and kissing him deeply. He felt Sherlock's hands roaming his back and sides. He pulled back from the kiss and held the man's face tenderly.

"Sherlock, I know how defensive you are about my safety, but you can't keep me from following you into dangerous situations. If I was to stop going with you and you didn't come back one day, I would die. I won't lose you again." He spoke softly, peppering Sherlock's pale skin with kisses, tasting the saltiness of the detective's tears.

"John," Sherlock whispered, gripping his long fingers in the bloggers hair and pulling him down to meet his lips in a deep kiss. "I will never leave you again. I-I love you." John felt his chest swell at those words. Even though John repeatedly called Sherlock love, they had never officially exchanged vows of love before now.

"I love you to Sherlock." They kissed again, deeper than they had ever kissed before.

The rest of the day was full of passion, love, and a new level of understanding for the both of them. They wound up lying together late into the night, a tangle of limbs, sweat and soft kisses. John finally told Sherlock about his childhood, fighting to remember as much as he could. Sherlock had never experienced love before, but there was no other explanation as to what he was feeling.

He hoped this feeling would never leave.

"You need to play for me again."

"I will, especially if it ends like this. Now go to sleep love."

"I love you John Watson."

"I love you Sherlock Holmes."

A/N Also, I have a song that I wrote a while ago that I think I could write into a fic....would you all be interested in hearing it? If I get enough comments about it I will post it. Love you all <3<3<3