Nothing says home at 221b like suggestive handprints on the window!
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John looked out of the window and sighed. ‘It’s cloudy out. I hope it doesn’t start raining, especially when I have a date tonight.”
“You don’t have a date tonight. You’re not leaving the flat.”
John stumbled against the window and turned to see Sherlock just inches away from him. As usual, he never respected personal space.
“Well you’re wrong there, Sherlock. I am heading out to go on my date, and you can’t stop me.”
John felt his heart thump rapidly when he saw Sherlock smirked at him suggestively. Before he could react, Sherlock trapped and pinned him down, hands pressed against the window.
He shivered slightly as his back pressed back on the chilly window, but he felt incredibly hot and flustered in front when Sherlock leaned closer by his ears. John could already feel the dangerous grin growing on Sherlock’s lips.
“Oh? You can’t be stopped? Are you challenging me, John? Because you know I will accept.”