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Sherlock gave a very much put-upon sigh and shook his head. "I was simply going to find out if the inside was hot enough to destroy certain substances. I did so right before I sliced it, if you were paying attention."

He crossed his arms and turned away, annoyance with John written on his face. The doctor crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around the detective from behind him.

"It tastes really good, Sherlock. You should try a bite." The piece he'd picked up was lifted to cupid-bow lips and delicately bitten. John shivered. Sherlock ate a whole slice.


We got Sherlock to eat, we did. John and I make a smashing team. Sorry I'll stop now. I just really love them. New section up soon. Reviews are love.