“Back to my Mr Malfoy.”: Sherlock wriggled again, a strange gasp bursting from his lips, and...
Sherlock wriggled again, a strange gasp bursting from his lips, and John leaned forward, leaving his hands where they were.
“Sherlock,” he murmured, watching goose bumps rise where his breath fell. “Sherlock, are you ticklish?” He brushed over the sensitive areas again.
“I don’t know, John.”…
(Source: fanfiction.net, via bennyslegs)
A friend of mine told me today that she didn’t understand why people ship John and Sherlock.
Oh,
No reason.
No reason at all.
They are
clearly
just
friends.
