So guys… This is it. Last chapter!

As always, nothing belongs to me.

John woke the next morning wrapped up in Sherlock. He almost tried to disentangle himself, but then thought better of it. Sherlock was actually sleeping for once. But, well, shit. This was a bit unexpected. It most certainly wasn't unwelcome, bit John thought he should maybe take a damn hard look at his sexuality. Or perhaps he should just completely ignore this little discontinuity. Because dear god, this…thing was amazing. And Sherlock…. John remembered how, when Sherlock had fucking convinced him to kiss him, he said he had been kissed, and he'd implied that he'd had sex before. Now, this was something john really hadn't had a chance to mull over (okay, he'd had time, but he had been pretty actively trying to avoid thinking of Sherlock and sex at the same time.) But anyway, what? Sherlock had sex? With whom? With how many whoms? Was he gay? Or bi? Or what? (because it really wasn't possible to label Sherlock Holmes, in any aspect of life.) Sherlock was such a sexual creature, but John had never actually imagined him being, well, sexual.

"Shut up. You're thinking too loudly."

John (as well as certain other parts of his body) jerked as Sherlock's voice (sleep roughened and far lower than usual and oh dear lord) unexpectedly rumbled against his back. (Yes, he was the little spoon.) "What do you m—never mind." He snuggled back against Sherlock, and the detective's arms wrapped tighter around John, cheek nuzzling his doctor.

"Yes, I've had sex multiple times with multiple people. Gasp."

"People?"

"Yes, men and women." John could practically hear the eye-roll. "A few more men than women. And you're thinking, wow, how many has he had sex with? Six men and three women. I'm not asexual John." John laughed, a kind of heh-you-don't-need-to-tell-me type laugh. Again, John could imagine the eye-roll. "Yes, obviously. But what I mean is that I was never asexual. It wouldn't make sense for me to meet you and suddenly, as though flipping a switch, whoah, I suddenly want sex. No. I enjoy sex, I enjoy sexual things. But you ARE special John, so incredibly special. You're the only person I've ever felt emotionally attached to. No—that's not the right wording. I can't find the words for it. But you, you're it. You're everything. And I never imagined I would ever feel anything this strong, this…consuming. It's so unexpected. You're so unexpected."

John turned so he was facing his detective, and kissed him lightly on the tip of the nose. "The feeling's mutual, Sherlock. You realize, I always thought I was straight. And I guess I still consider myself to be straight. Maybe. I have no idea. The only man I've ever been attracted to is you. I guess I'm, I don't know, Sherlock-sexual or something. Because it's not just your body. That's practically an afterthought. It's everything about you. Your massive intellect, your vulnerability—don't give me that look, you're so vulnerable at times—your 3AM symphonies that I get on you about all the time but are actually fucking beautiful, just, everything. I—well, hm. I, erm, I love you, Sherlock." John majorly freaked mentally for a moment as Sherlock's face went blank, but then a smile spread across his face, one of those real, heartfelt, glorious, beautiful smiles that Sherlock treated John to sometimes, when he was really, truly happy. Sherlock leaned forward and kissed his blogger gently, sweetly, and drew back still smiling.

"I love you too, John." He kissed John again, and when they came up for air, something occurred to John.

"Wait a minute. You cunning bastard. Did you really need me to teach you how to kiss?"

Sherlock laughed. "Actually, yes. But there were myriad other ways I could have gone about learning how that didn't include you, and what would have been the point of those?"

John grinned. "Well, I'm definitely glad you included me as part of your devious little plan." Sherlock deftly flipped John under him, straddling the good doctor. He leaned down, nipping his ear, and said, "Me, too. I wouldn't want it any other way."

Of course, thank you SO MUCH to all you people who actually read and commented on this thing! I would never have imagined myself writing fanfiction, but there you go. It was fun!

Special thanks to everyone who took time to review—koffeechips, WitchRavenFox, jesusisback, Mirith Griffin, CrazyChickenStealsYourCar, addicted2fic, and Uchihacest Girl, as well as everyone else who commented on previous chapters!