They spent the night on the roof, lying together on a navy blanket Sherlock had brought. They memorized each other's skin, touching the nape of a neck or a dip in a waist. They munched on Swiss cheese and saltine crackers, John's favorite snack.

And they watched the stars.

"The stars shine for you, John," Sherlock whispered into the golden halo of hair. "They're so yellow. Like you."

John chuckled, "Yellow?"

"Beautiful."

John reached up and kissed the thin line of pale skin peeking through by Sherlock's ear. "You're so beautiful."

"No. You are."

"I don't believe it for one moment."

"You are, John!" Sherlock giggled.

"Oh please. Look at you. You're absolutely...gorgeous."

Sherlock hoped John couldn't see his blush in the moonlit darkness.

A/N: love the happiness while it lasts ;)