Sherlock doesn’t understand why laughing this hard hurts. The grin on his face isn’t forcibly plastered for once; genuine euphoria instead of distraction fills his mind. John leans against the wall next to him and chuckles. Sherlock smiles back. (Mirror neurons activating. For John.)
“Okay, that was ridiculous,” John says. (That was wonderful.) “That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.”
(That was fantastic. John is fantastic.) Sherlock makes a quip about Afghanistan and allows himself a bubble of anticipatory happiness as he shouts at Mrs Hudson, “Doctor Watson will take the room upstairs.”
Too many people are talking inside this Tube car and Sherlock can’t switch cars without losing the suspect he’s tailing. His expression of distress must be apparent to John, because John reaches across the aisle and grips Sherlock’s hand. Sherlock blinks in surprise, finding himself gripping John’s warm hand tighter as the Tube sways around a turn. (Accumulated calluses on the palm, second, and third finger. Gun use. For me. Slightly dehydrated skin - probably leaving hand lotion around the flat will work. John can take a hint.)
“He’s getting off at the next stop,” Sherlock says, bringing up his other hand to grip the pole. “Get ready.”
John squeezes Sherlock’s hand and nods. “Okay,” John says.
Sherlock files away the exact texture of John’s hands into his memory palace before they get off the Tube. Just in case. (Full fic on AO3)
Sherlock thought John’s sweat-soaked body seemed more explicit with the lamp left on, like artfully lit pornography.
Colored lineart, made by beansterpie
Because lkughlakdfgt;kahyrt BABIES
I spent 5 hours on drawing the line……can somebody tell me how to draw faster…..
I won’t tell you that I love you, but I will show you every day.
low-functioningsociopath said: Maybe kissing against a wire mesh?
some sherlock fan arts I drew ages ago
Sherlock’s muttered confession was drowned out by the white noise of rain outside.