Sherlock's deduced that John's going to Italy to buy him a violin. Even the greatest detective alive makes a few mistakes.
23 May 2015
"... well—it’s a bit of a leap from kissing to prancing about the flat fully nude, don’t you think?”
Sherlock looks predictably lost.
John takes a deep breath, and then lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Sherlock, how would you feel if you were sitting out here doing one of your bloody experiments, and I just waltzed out of the loo and started fixing myself breakfast completely starkers? Hmm…?”
Sherlock’s lips inch up at the corners into a pleased hint of a smile he can’t seem to suppress.
John rolls his eyes heavenward. When they light upon Sherlock again he is smiling in earnest, a smile that is all soft and sly around the edges, and not even trying to hide it’s flirtatious intent.
“Jesus Christ…” John mutters, and shakes his head, stares down at the wooden table top, suddenly having to fight an unexpected smile of his own.
- Part 2 of Intimacy
16 May 2015
“Very funny. Now open the door, Sherlock. I can hardly breathe in here.”
“I’m not joking, John. It’s locked.”
It’s pitch black inside the small coat closet in Dr. Bunbury’s surgery, but John thinks he can see Sherlock’s pale brow furrow as he pulls at the nob to the door, none-the-less.
“I swear to god, Sherlock, if this is your idea of a joke, I’m going to…”
“It’s not a joke, John.” There’s something thready, and slightly panicked running beneath the surface of that reply.
“Here, let me.” John lightly bats Sherlock’s hands out of the way, and gives the nob a good screw himself. When it refuses to give, he throws his shoulder against the door with as much force as he can muster in the tight space. Predictably it doesn’t budge.
He sighs. “Well, this is just great.”
“It’s hardly my fault, John.”
“It was your idea to hide in here!!”
“It wasn’t. It was yours! I said to get under the desk.”
“Like that’s effective! And I never once said ‘closet’.”
Sherlock sniffs indignantly. “It’s your thing, John. You always choose the closet.”
- Part 1 of Intimacy
06 Sep 2018
Look, everybody who lived at the compound knew that Sunday was ‘laundry day’. It was practically one of the commandments that came with sharing the living space. And, okay, maybe Peter messed up by skipping laundry day for two weeks straight, but it’s not like he didn’t have enough clothes to last him through then. So, really, you can’t blame him when the last article of clothing he literally had that was clean was a too large denim-washed t-shirt with Captain America’s shield plastered in the middle of it. Tony literally had nothing to be upset over, and he certainly had no right to be punishing Peter due to hindsight.
Sherlock can't get enough of John’s husky sex-voice, thick fingers, and huge cock.