"Oh the pressure", he says as Sherlock pushes down even harder."Ugh! you weight too much. Stop that, I think that you've dislocated my shoulder."
"I thought you said you wanted a back rub, John? Do you want a Cluedo rematch...I do so want to try bungee jumping."
"Will you give up on the bungee jumping, and get off me."
"I have heard from a reliable source that walking on the back is very therapeutic."
"Yes, if the person on your back is a lightweight and attractive young woman."
"I have been reliably informed that I am attractive," Sherlock said climbing down. He swung his leg over and sat on John's behind.
"Ouch! Sherlock what are you doing?"
"This is how a massage is done. I researched it beforehand you know."
"Uh, where did you research it?" John asked, his cheek digging further into his pillow with each pounding of Sherlock's fists.
"Internet porn sites, John."
"Sherlock, you can't trust those as a source of reliable information."
"I know that, John. That's why I still have my clothes on. Do you want me to stick my tongue in your ear?"
"NO!"
"Good," Sherlock said, "I could never see the point of that, and it is rather unhygienic." Sherlock slid back onto John's thighs and rubbed his hands across his lower back. "I also discounted the sex as necessary for the back rub." He ran his hand up John's spine and smiled."There, John. So how do you feel?"
"I can't feel my feet."
"So, good then?"
John sighed.