Sherlock's Room, the Arms Hotel, Sunday Morning
John woke up despicably early and in Sherlock's bed.
Neither of these things were particularly good.
However, Mrs. Hudson had claimed John's bed in the other room, and Sherlock had claimed the other bed in his room for experiments, and-- and, okay, John didn't even want to think about what he'd heard coming from the other room last night, but it had definitely spurred him to yell at Sherlock to go harder.
"Oh, for Christ's sakes," he moaned, as the rest of the night came back to him, and he collapsed back onto the bed.
Neither of these things were particularly good.
However, Mrs. Hudson had claimed John's bed in the other room, and Sherlock had claimed the other bed in his room for experiments, and-- and, okay, John didn't even want to think about what he'd heard coming from the other room last night, but it had definitely spurred him to yell at Sherlock to go harder.
"Oh, for Christ's sakes," he moaned, as the rest of the night came back to him, and he collapsed back onto the bed.