Lust
The Blog of John H. Watson-Private Entry.
We knew we probably shouldn't have done it, but the temptation was too great for both of us. It was the morning after the night before and what a night before it was. We had just came back from a case and somehow this time Sherlock had gotten himself injured, knife wound right across his chest and I was the one left to fix him up. So I ended up standing in-between a half-naked Sherlock's legs wrapping bandages around his chest.
"Are you finished yet John?"
"Yes, just don't move about too much,"
"Thank you by the way,"
"Of course, you think I wouldn't fix you?" and to my utter shock I ended up in a Sherlock shaped hug, my head pressed against his bandaged chest. Next thing I felt apart from the hug was a kiss upon my head; obviously I now looked up in shock,
"What John? You thought me incapable of feeling?"
"Well yes, sort of," I trailed off looking down, but I felt a finger under my chin and suddenly felt smooth lips against my own, and well, it continued on from there. Now the next morning, me lying on Sherlock's chest, only one thing running through my mind,
'Who knew Sherlock Holmes was such a horny bastard!'
AN: Hey, I know this has been the first thing I've wrote in ages but I will finish this mini-series, hopefully anyways hope you liked it :)
The Dragon's Love.