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Aug. 17th, 2010 12:53 pmIn less ridiculously grumpy news I just got a mental image which I'm tempted to turn into a fic; it occurs to me that sex with Sherlock would just be so terribly efficient.
"Shut up," Sherlock said, as John tried desperately not to swallow his own tongue, "and concentrate. We haven't time for you to turn this into a production."
(OMG someone please kick my arse, I have so much work to be doing...)
"Shut up," Sherlock said, as John tried desperately not to swallow his own tongue, "and concentrate. We haven't time for you to turn this into a production."
(OMG someone please kick my arse, I have so much work to be doing...)