A Study in Sex
John awoke in the middle of the night, his sheets drenched in sweat, his heart pounding. Must have been another nightmare. But any memory that remained of the dream faded as quickly as he awoke. He sulked down to the kitchen of 221B to brew himself some tea, in hopes that it would help him fall asleep. As he set up, he heard a sound coming from the living room. He came to find Sherlock tapping away on his keyboard, the light on his laptop dimmed down.
John shook his head at the detective, suppressing a smile. Did that man ever sleep? He walked over to Sherlock and looked over his shoulder.
"William Masters and Virginia Johnson. New case?" He asked, his mind already brewing up images of mass murders or drug cartels.
Sherlock blinked up from his screen and his eyes watered. He'd obviously been at it for quite a few hours now. "More of a personal project actually."
"Really now, what's the focus of the project?"
"Sex."
John paused, surely he must have misheard him. He cleared his throat a few times before being able to speak. "W-what?"
"Sexual intercourse John. There were these two doctors- well one doctor and his secretary who later became a doctor, who dedicated their lives to studying the medical side of sexual response, fascinating work really."
John nervously rubbed at the back of his neck. Sherlock was always going on about something strange but he had never entered this territory before. And to be honest, He didn't know what to say in response. Sherlock was staring intently at the doctor, waiting for a reaction.
"That's um... Interesting."
"Yes well, could I get your input?" Sherlock asked, tapping a pen repeatedly on the side of his desk.
"My input?"
"Yes. What are some common occurrences you've experienced while having sex?"
John should've probably not been shocked at Sherlock's bluntness but he still found himself with his mouth hanging open. "Couldn't you just collect data from your own experiences?"
Sherlock's pen tapping stopped, and he reddened as a blush spread across his face and neck. He couldn't bring himself to tell John that he had never had a sexual encounter before. "I suppose you're right."
Johns comment kept playing itself on loop in Sherlock's head. John was right, if Sherlock were to proceed further with his research, he would have to lose his virginity.