AN: Thanks for the reviews guys! I hadn't thought of a reunion fic, but I'm happy to oblige.

If anyone has any requests or ideas, by all means suggestions are happy. I enjoy writing for people.

Again, Sherlock, not mine. Pity. John's POV this time.

John spotted him the moment he stepped into the terminal. He burned like a flame in the crowd of ordinary people, his long legs crossed, somehow still managing to lounge in the uncomfortable plastic airport seat, drumming his slender fingers on the armrest. As the first uniformed soldiers stepped off the plane in front of John, he saw Sherlock leap to his feet, startling the people around him, piercing grey eyes flicking across the stream of people, searching him out, hands clenching and unclenching nervously.

In those few moments before he was noticed, John could read Sherlock like a book. He knew him. He knew him like no one else ever would, knew the set of that mouth, the slight quirk of the eyebrows the long-lashed sharpness of those eyes; he even knew the lines of worry or stress that hadn't been there six months ago.

Then Sherlock spotted him and smiled, and suddenly John was pushing past his fellow soldiers, moving as fast as he could in the crowd, unable to stand one more second away from the beautiful man waiting for him. He saw the flicker of uncertainty in Sherlock's face but he was damned if he was going to let propriety stop him this time.

He heard Sherlock's soft 'Oof' as he flung his arms around his waist, nearly bowling them both over, felt those long arms slide around his shoulders, a sharp nose buried in his hair. Sherlock smelled of chemicals smoke (and bitter almonds? He'd have to talk to Sherlock about playing with cyanide in the flat)and wool and cold air and danger and home.

They were silent for a moment, only the beating of Sherlock's heart in his ears, then a soft voice and warm breath on his neck.

"I missed you." The long arms tightened around John as he looked up and grinned, not bothering to reply, just leaning up to press a soft lingering kiss to his lover's mouth.

As they pulled away John could hear some scandalized noises and giggles from the people around them. Sherlock smirked wickedly.

"Doctor," he said in tones of mock indignation "you are making a scene."

John laughed. "Yeah, well, it was my turn anyway."