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[ Exactly how it was that John had ended up with his back against the trunk of a tree was not something that he really cared to know, other than he was there, and he was locked in a passionate kiss with someone who he had apparently cared about more than anyone. Enough to marry him, anyway. This was perfectly normal, wasn't it? Maybe not... quite so enthusiastic, but John simply cannot help himself in this instance. But as he comes up for air, John stares at Sherlock, his eyes wide and left utterly breathless. While he cannot say that the experience was entirely unpleasant, because frankly it was more than adequate, but that overwhelming desire to kiss him had vanished completely. ]

That... That was. Oh... I'm sorry, I should have asked. That was wrong of me, and I am so, so sorry. [ And yet he makes no effort to move... ]