We're back folks - after a relatively good Christmas, MapleleafCameo and I are gearing up for the New Year with a little touch of Text madness from Sherlock and John. As ever, Sherlock in Bold, John in Italics.

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"I wish you'd agreed to come with me John. It's cold out here"

'I really don't know why you went in the first place. And you should have brought your gloves - you left them on the table.'

"Ah, there was method in my madness - I hoped you'd follow me, if only to bring my gloves."

'Well you are my mad genius, so why am I not surprised? You know I can't get away for a bit more. My mum's grilling me on you. She's also wondering why I am texting you in the middle of the third degree. Since when did I fancy men.'

'Now it's how she'll never have grandchildren thanks to both Harry & me. Help!'

"Well tell her I'm a scientist - I'm working on the possibility of male pregnancy."

' Lol! Yeah! 'Cause that will go over well! And I'm not volunteering thanks! How goes the case?'

"Case? Oh, boring. Not more than a four really."

"The research is looking more interesting by the minute."

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to volunteer? I think it could prove fascinating...and warming..."

'I'm surprised you left the flat frankly!'

'If you are talking about bringing you your gloves then god yes! My mother wants to know what my father would say about all of this. I replied that since he's dead he'd not have much to say so now she's wailing - give me strength! So yes I will leave soon & bring you your gloves! But if you want me to be your experiment then an emphatic NO!'

'But I don't mind you 'practicing' the old fashioned way;)'

"John, does your mother know you're winking at me like that?"

"The gloves would be a start, but I was thinking of where else I could put my hands so that they could warm us both ^^"

'I just made mum tea so she's calmed a bit.'

'No she does not nor does she know that I heartily approve of wherever you are thinking of putting your hands:D'

'Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit!'

"Ah. Do I deduce from your words that your thoughts are becoming obvious? You know how much I love it when that happens, don't you?"

"Oh. Please tell me you haven't spilt hot tea in your lap."

'God no! She wants to meet you!'

"She can. Afterwards."

'Pulling my hair out here, 'Lock! You don't know what she's like! She's rather like a terrier when she has her mind made up! Arg!'

"Oh but I would prefer you pulling ever so gently at my hair, as I let my tongue follow where my hands had been, warming us both, making your cheeks turn that lovely shade of pink...she can meet me after that, don't you think?"

'Oh god you really know how to torture me don't you!'

"Not torture you, surely. I certainly know how to render you boneless and incoherent."

"How observant is your mother?"

'Ung! Oh lord! I think I'm might be becoming incoherent rapidly!'

'She thinks I'm blushing because I'm angry with her!'

'I can't tell her it's because I want your hands in my pants!'

"That could happen sooner than you think, my doctor. Tell her you have to get something from your bedroom...I've just climbed through the window, and I can assure you this is NOT a gun I have in my pocket..."