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Jawwwwn!” Sherlock had found something unbelievable; one of John’s jumpers haphazardly hanging near one of his experiments
John ran down from the upstairs, his feet pounding like rocks on the surface of another rock. He was still in his PJs and his longish hair (he had grown it out over the time) was all disheveled and he looked only half awake and groaned. “What is it now, Sherlock? You just woke me up.”
Sherlock flushes a little seeing how cute John looks, but shortly after gets control of himself. “This.. uh.. this jumper is getting in the way of my experiment. You see John, I'm conducting an experiment with how these plants will react in certain environments, and your jumper was not part of said experiment.”
John rolls his eyes and snatches his jumper, however when he leans in to get it, he also leans into Sherlock and gently forces him against the counter.
Sherlock squeaks and wraps his legs around John's waist.
John smirks and laughs deeply. “What do you need, darling?” John asks as one of his hands trails up Sherlock’s thigh.
Sherlock’s breathing quickens. “You!” he gasps/whimpers delightfully in a tone that was practically begging.
“Then you will need to follow my orders, do you understand?” John inquires, his military persona shining through.
Sherlock is panting. ‘Oh fuuuck he's getting hotter every second!’ “Y-Yes!”
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After a very steamy time they where lying in bed and Sherlock was still whimpering, but not from pleasure, from slight pain; John had been too rough and accidentally slammed his legs against the toaster on the counter.
John feels really bad about it and is holding Sherlock until he feels better, because Sherlock would not let him go. “Oh..you're such a drama queen.” John nuzzles his nose into Sherlock’s hair (that smelled like wood and the amazing smelling shampoo that Sherlock would not tell him about ((“‘If you know then it'll ruin the sense of mystery in our relationship.’)) “But you're my drama queen~”