Sequel to Sherlockian Seduction. Scenes of established romance set to the background of "The Hounds of Baskerville" episode 2 series 2. "The Hounds of Baskerville" continues as canon except Sherlock and John are a couple. I won't be duplicating scenes that would stay the same but I will ensure that you can follow the plot.

John sat in his chair, newspaper folded and forgotten on his lap. Sherlock knelt next to John's chair, his blue eyes piercing into John's soul, "So… are you up for it?"

"Are you serious?" John asked slowly and carefully.

"Yes!" Sherlock shouted manically.

"Of course you are…" John sighed shaking his head, "No, Sherlock, no. There is a line…"

"Dammit, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, leaping up and pacing back and forth in front of John, "Where's the exhibitionist I fell in love with?"

"I never said I was an exhibitionist, Sherlock." John countered firmly.

"You never had to say it…" Sherlock replied.

John ignored this comment sighing and closing his eyes briefly with effort that ignoring Sherlock takes, "What you're suggesting is illegal. Someone would take a photo. We'd almost certainly be caught and because it is us we'd be arrested. You're a public figure now. It'd be splashed all over every newspaper. People would stop coming to you for help. Your cases would dry up for good and then you'd truly go insane…and then so would I."

Sherlock sighed and paced faster, "If you're not up for it what am I supposed to do? I'm bored, John."

"I've been up for it three times this morning already!" John answered frowning, "Just not in public with a wide audience. The problem isn't our sex life. The problem is that you need a new case. Have you checked the website?"

Sherlock picked up his laptop, flipped it open and read from the website in a mocking tone, "Kirsty Stapleton aged 8; I can't find Bluebell anywhere. Please, please, please, can you help…"

"Bluebell?" John asked hopefully.

"A rabbit!" Sherlock shouted and then continued reading from the website in his mocking tone, "Bluebell started to glow at nighttime. Like a fairy… Ah! I need a real case John!"

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Well, let's hope that's one now," John said as he walked towards the door adding under his breath, "Or I'm going to go quietly insane…"

John kept glancing hopefully at Sherlock while Henry Knight told his story. It was often difficult to read Sherlock in these situations. Of course, Sherlock showed no consideration for Henry's feelings and tried to hurry him along in telling his story but that was fairly typical. Henry explained that his therapist Dr Mortimer had encouraged him to face his traumatic memories of his father dying at Dewer's Hollow in Dartmoor when he was a child. Naturally, Sherlock also seized upon the opportunity to show off, recounting Henry's whole morning for him in detail. But that too was typical. Was this an interesting case for Sherlock or not? Just when John was starting to resign himself to the idea that Sherlock was going to dismiss this case Sherlock shocked him with his sudden interest, "What did you say? Word for word"

"Ah," Henry Knight replied startled, "They were the footprints of a…gigantic…hound"

Sherlock grinned with delight, "I'll take the case."