A/N The ladies of Mrs. Hudson's Kitchen Forum were challenged to write a slash story based on turning to page 36 of the first book you see and writing about the third sentence on that page. I had decided to not write anything, but Johnsarmylady changed my mind. The results are all her fault!
My prompt was from John Sandford's novel, Shock Wave. The sentence: Again, it took only one.
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The Invitation
Molly wasn't sure what it was doing there. He didn't seem to be able to keep track of it. This was the third time this month he had left it behind. Maybe he was uncomfortable carrying it about in public, though she didn't think there was anything that would make that man uncomfortable. No, he had just forgotten it again.
Molly eyed it with mixed feelings. There was something dark yet tantalizing about it. The thought of Sherlock holding it in his long lean hands made her tremble. She gingerly picked up the riding crop and remembered the first time she had seen him use it. The look on his face had been almost erotic.
What was the matter with her? She was not into kinky whip play of any sort, especially when it involved a cadaver! Molly quickly tried to chase away wayward thoughts of how the curls on his head had bounced as he raised and lowered the crop.
She looked up to see Sherlock watching her.
"Took you long enough." He smirked. "Want to play?"
Molly's mouth dropped open. Was that an invitation?
Sherlock turned to leave. What should she do?
But thenagain, it only took one moment to decide. She crept up on the departing detective and snapped a quick lash on his beautiful bum.