"John, I'm bored now."
"Huh? Wait, no, please, I am so close, let me just-"
"You have been at this for entirely too long, if you haven't orgasmed yet, it is no fault of mine."
"No, but you see, I really think it is your fault, because you have not exactly been the most reciprocal person here."
"You have far more experience than I do in this area. You are clearly the one most likely to be able to bring about orgasms, both mine and your own."
"Sherlock, goddammit, you came like a minute ago! Can you just hold on for another minute, rather than send me to the loo with a magazine and a box of tissues like I've done something wrong?"
"Well, I didn't know you were going to be so tetchy about it. Fine, finish, whatever suits you."
"Oh, you think I care about the death glare? Fuck you."
"Yes John, once again you have a chance to display your masterful knowledge of the current situation."
"Just shut up and let me finish already."
"Alright…So how was lunch with Harry?"
"WHY? Why would you bring up my sister while I'm inside you?"
"I am making conversation. Isn't that what people in relationships do?"
"Not about family members, not during sex! How would you like it if I brought up Mycroft right now?"
"He really is being incredibly stubborn; I told him that we would get him the evidence as soon as we could, but I don't know how he expects us to finish anything without having some money or drugs to ease the transactions."
"Okay, you know what, I'm done."
"Well, that was rather anti-climactic."
"No, not that kind of done! I'm going to my bedroom with my laptop; don't come in for at least ten minutes."
"What happened to 'just a minute' away?"
"My libido needs to recover a bit from the image of my sister and your brother."
"Hopefully not together."
"…Why do you do these things to me?"
"Because you'll take it."
"…Shut up."