Getting close to 150 reviews guys, if we reach that maybe I can be convinced to write another special. The last one was an engagement followed by a few weddings...so this one might be related to children? ;)
Also I am proud to say I have uploaded three first chapter stories of mine to fictionpress, I can't be sure myself if they're any good but if you ever want some recreational reading I beg you to read and review the way you have so diligently done here.
Thank you and enjoy!
Sherlock emerged from the bathroom with a towel tied haphazardly around his hips. Water dripped down his pale form.
John smirked as he watched his boyfriend pace anxiously about with no more than a towel on. No doubt the detective was too far gone in his thoughts to bother with drying off or putting on clothes. Well then, John would just have to take it upon himself!
He grabbed a smaller towel and then pushed Sherlock lightly into a chair so he could reach the taller man's dark locks.
"...but why would the sister be there...the inheritance money..." Sherlock mumbled on and on, more thinking aloud than actually telling John anything about his current case. John rubbed the towel over Sherlock's head, smiling down at him.
He was used to Sherlock emerging from the shower with thoughts of his current case scrambling his mind. One time Sherlock actually ran out of the bathroom declaring he'd solved a triple murder and needed to get down to the Yard right away. John had just barely managed to clothe the detective before he walked out of the flat.
John pulled the towel away from his boyfriend's hair and then chuckled slightly. Sherlock's curls had a tendency to dry into a bushy mess, only settling after a few hours. For right now though Sherlock resembled a black lion baring his mane.
John ran his fingers through the black puffy mess, smoothing it out and curling it around his fingers. It was getting longer, and of course Sherlock refused to take time off to cut it when there was a murder to be dealt with. Not that John minded, the detective didn't look so bad with longish hair. Of course if it got anywhere near shoulder length then John might have to shear it off himself.
Sherlock had stopped mumbling to himself and was now leaning against John's hand, sending an unspoken request that John continue. The doctor was happy to oblige, stroking Sherlock's hair and leaving small kisses on the back of his neck.
Sherlock stood suddenly and pulled John to the couch, laying them both down so that Sherlock was laying against John's chest.
"Hey, you should put some clothes on first. You're making me damp." John complained, but Sherlock just stared into space no doubt exploring the deepest corners of his mind palace.
The army doctor sighed and decided that seeing as he was pinned down by the man, he may as well admire his half naked features. Of course just as he was starting to admire Sherlock, the detective sprang up suddenly with a triumphant shout.
"That's it! Oh that's brilliant, I love it when they get clever like this! John, you're brilliant, you're a conduit for intelligence and inspiration really!" Sherlock beamed, running to his bedroom no doubt to get dressed (thank god John thought) before rushing out to tell Lestrade of his findings.
John shook his head, staring after the man with a bemused grin.
"...You're welcome?"