Oh…my.
And they haven’t even gotten to the handcuffs yet.
John Watson, panting, pushed up against a police car, his hands behind his back…I’ll be in my bunk.
Ugh, you just know Sherlock is having some nasty thoughts about what he could do to John in such a vulnerable position. Now so am I. Oh fuck. I’ll be in my bunk, as well.
and sometimes I don’t need to add anything.