Sherlock smiled, leading John to the bedroom, still holding his hand. When they got there, he let go and took a step away.
"Alright. strip down and lay down, on your stomach, on the bed. I'll get the massage oil from the loo." He headed into the loo and got the oil that he only used when he was working on John's two injuries. It was not cheap, so it was used sparingly, but it always seemed to do the job- along with Sherlock's hands, of course.
He walked back in the room and laid a towel down on the bed, so the oil wouldn't get on the sheets, then waited for John to lay down. He also turned the overhead lights off and only turned on one bedside lamp, giving the room a soft, yellowish glow.
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"Alright. strip down and lay down, on your stomach, on the bed. I'll get the massage oil from the loo." He headed into the loo and got the oil that he only used when he was working on John's two injuries. It was not cheap, so it was used sparingly, but it always seemed to do the job- along with Sherlock's hands, of course.
He walked back in the room and laid a towel down on the bed, so the oil wouldn't get on the sheets, then waited for John to lay down. He also turned the overhead lights off and only turned on one bedside lamp, giving the room a soft, yellowish glow.