Commission 2/3 for agnesanutter. I can only conclude John is wearing something particularly sexy. Or nothing at all.
/JG
And this is also in reference to a favorite fanfic called “As long as it takes.”
Sherlock became very still for a moment. “What are you implying?” He shifted abruptly, turning to pick up the coffee cup John had set in front of him hours before. John watched as he stared at the cold liquid with feigned interest.
“I think we should fuck.”
Sherlock didn’t attempt to prevent the cup from leaving his hand. It exploded on the floor, shards of crockery hailing across the hardwood and onto the carpet along with the remains of his cold coffee. He turned and stared at John, eyes narrowed. John returned the look without expression. Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“What’s that? Shocked you, have I? Should I have been more delicate?”
“But you, we, you—don’t—this—”
“Sorry, I didn’t follow that,” John said. He released a deep sigh of resignation and leaned forward in his chair, leaning both elbows on his knees. “Why don’t I start?”
Sherlock didn’t respond, so John continued.
And this is my Christmas present to one of my favorite fanfic writers— northray. Merry Christmas darling. I hope you enjoy the drawing.
