So, here's a random Ficlet. It was prompted to me on tumblr. Just wanna get something on this account, there may be a few more coming.
Warning: Clothing sex. No. I have no clue what that is supposed to mean. Enjoy the Scumper. Yeah. Scumper. I went there. Johnlock if you squint.
John's Jumper was frustrated. John hadn't worn him in forever, and worse yet, the scarf, sorry: His scarf was no where to be found.
His arm was tugged off of the hanger he was propped on. Was John finally wearing him again? He was hoisted into the air, and he felt the tickle of John's hair on his neckline as he was put on, fitting loosely on the doctor's body. If only he had Scarfy back, then his day would finally be going well.
A whoosh of air, was followed by an unfathomable pressure on both his front and his back.
Something fell on his neckline.
Oh.
Sherlock's scarf.
It was smooth. Smoother than silk. And Sherlock himself wasn't moving to get off of John. With every breath the two people made, the jumper got a jolt of friction from the scarf. How he had missed this.
That silk-like scarf would be the death of him, really.
A breath or two from Sherlock and John was enough for the jumper. A single thread was pulled loose. It was the right thread.
He was ruined forever. But it was worth it.
...Don't judge me. It was a prompt.