Sherlock reached under the covers and tugged at his pajama bottoms, silently indicating that he needed to push his hips off the bed and pull the damn things down, so he could get to the real prize.
As much as Sherlock was feeling rather possessive right now, he really didn't think that either of them were in the right head space for a scene, and he was still worried about John's leg. He hadn't even asked about the injury yet.
"John." He suddenly stopped. "Your.. leg.." Suddenly the worry came back tenfold. He wasn't about to injure John any further.
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Date: 2018-04-04 03:39 am (UTC)As much as Sherlock was feeling rather possessive right now, he really didn't think that either of them were in the right head space for a scene, and he was still worried about John's leg. He hadn't even asked about the injury yet.
"John." He suddenly stopped. "Your.. leg.." Suddenly the worry came back tenfold. He wasn't about to injure John any further.