A Study in Red
"Mmmm…it's for a case."
Sherlock studied himself in the mantle mirror as John came up behind him, still talking.
"You're going under cover."
Sherlock lifted his chin, shifted his gaze. John placed heavy grocery bags on the floor, held his sweetheart's eye.
"You have to blend in."
Sherlock slow blinked, arched a brow. In reflecting glass John looked at Sherlock looking at him.
"The case has something to do with a stolen will. No, a potato crisps heir. No, an actor."
Sherlock rolled his eyes, grinned. John fingered the hair at the back of his lover's neck, murmured, "Did I get any of that right?
The great detective turned, leaned elbows on the mantle, assumed a haughty pose. "It's for a case, yes. Under cover, also yes. It has nothing to do with heirs or actors, however, but may concern fraud."
John stepped close again, tugged at the elastic waist of Sherlock's pajama bottoms.
"And what're you doing?"
John peered into shadowy confines. "Trying to see if the carpet matches the curtains."
Sherlock tugged John's finger from fine linen PJs and said, "Now why would I do that?"
John stood on tip-toe, weaved fingers into a froth of newly-red curls, "Because you're a completist." He tugged his lover down into a kiss.
Sherlock didn't admit that he had toyed with dying his genital hair to match his now bright-ginger locks. He knew John knew anyway.
After awhile things started happening inside detective-y jim-jams. John grinned, slid slow to his knees, pulling Sherlock's pajamas down till they were just below a pert arse. Murmuring against a froth of fine dark curls he whispered, "I'm a completist, too."
And then the good doctor went about proving it.
This is for LassieLowrider who said nice things to me on Twitter. She also said ginger!Lock and I said hell yes.