A Heart Beats The Best In A Bed Beside The One That It Loves

"Sherlock has his ear pressed more intently against John's back, his curls softly tickling the skin, his cheekbone sharp as the grip of a gun. John fidgets a little, but he keeps sleeping. Sherlock closes his eyes and focuses on the sound, as though John’s back were solid ground, and Sherlock could hear, could anticipate, the vibration of a stampede."