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"Considering the fact that you have used your own... leaving to stick yourself to me, yes. I do think that we need a shower." Sherlock leaned up and kissed John, deeply, then reluctantly moved John off his lap by wiggling out from under him. He headed towards the shower, turning it on as hot as he could, then stepping in, moaning at the wonderful heat. After two pretty quick bouts of sex back to back, his muscles were aching, and he was still smarting a tiny bit where John had opened him up wide that night they bonded. The shower felt.. well, ironic for him to say, but.. heavenly.