My Mate V: Bacchus Plateau (His Heart)
And then… t-then… t-t….h-hen… t…he…n t…t-t-t…th…e… j-j…j-john…m-m…m-my…n-new…ma- he couldn't hear the rest, even though he knew what he was saying in this new everlasting line between their minds, hearts, and souls. why?
That Scent Must Sustain (5): Follow the Trail
John was staring. Jesus, he was staring. Sherlock was laying it on thick, his heavy-lidded eyes locked on the doctor's, his hand tracing lazy circles on John's chest. It was hard to think, hard to breathe, when he looked so ready to fuck. "I want to...