Sorry for not updating :( I've just been really busy and this chapter didn't come as easily, which is why it is regrettably so short (sorry in advance but this chapter is still pretty sweet and basically the only happy one!). Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

John woke up early the next morning to the bright sun streaming through the open window and, curiously, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder, only to see Sherlock, whose face was buried in his neck. He sighed happily, totally and utterly relieved. So last night really had happened, it hadn't just been a dream. He gently pried the arms away and turned around in time to see the detective's eyes flutter open.

"Morning," John whispered, smile on his face.

Sherlock smiled back at him and leaned in for another kiss, hand coming up from under the blankets to rest on John's exposed neck, and this time John kissed him back, burying his hands in Sherlock's untamed bed-head and moving his own hand to rest on Sherlock's.

"So last night...what happened?"

"I started playing the violin, something I composed for you a before...you know, and it all just came back to me. I remember everything now," Sherlock said, smiling.

In that moment, everything was so perfect. The way Sherlock's head was tilted slightly inward, almost touching John's forehead, the way it rested on John's pillow, and how the slim hand felt against his neck. The way his dark hair was mused, sticking up in every direction and catching the morning light, bringing out the brownish undertones. The way his eyes sparkled as they caught the light as well, making them the most clear, perfect blue-green. But the smile was the best. He hadn't seen Sherlock smile like this in such a long time. He was more relaxed and more at ease than John had ever seen him, certainly not the tense, standoffish man of the past few months, or the lifeless body in the icy white hospital that used to haunt John's nightmares. So they lay there in the bed, staring into each other's eyes and holding hands, completely caught up in the beautiful moment and never ever wanting to let go.

The End? Maybe?

I had a great time writing this, but I'm not really sure what is left to do here. If anyone had any suggestions about where to go from here, please PM me. I might just end this one and start a Johnlock drabble dump about all the fluffy romantic stuff, maybe a sort of sequel to this.

PLEASE REVIEW :D And thanks for reading!