Pressed Together.
This is my first 221B story and I have to say i'm pretty happy with it! Please let me know your thoughts! I had this idea and just had to write it. Word count exactly 221B and last word ending with B!
Disclaimer
Sadly I don't own a thing. I just like to play with them and as this story shows, sometimes I can play nice!
It took time and a lot of persuasion but in the end Sherlock had agreed. They both knew he would in the end but now that they were actually doing it neither could quite believe it.
"You sure?" John had asked.
"Yes," Sherlock had answered and so here they were.
Sherlock groaned slightly as John's body pressed tightly against his. "You okay?" John asked.
Their bodies moved together awkwardly, jolting stopping and starting until things eventually settled into a slightly more natural rhythm. They both gasped slightly as their bodies were again thrown together closer to each other than they had ever thought possible. As Sherlock's breath brushed his face John could smell traces of the nicotine gum he was using as he recently declared the patches as 'useless. ' As things progressed John wasn't sure this was such a good idea afterall but it was too late now.
When it was over they moved away from each other like nothing had happened. John silently removed his arm from Sherlock's waist that he didn't remember putting there . They both knew they would never speak of it again.
Eventually John looked at Sherlock and said, "Maybe the tube wasn't the best idea,"
"No, from now on we take taxis, unless of course you'd take the bus?"