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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.

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[anonymous]

The first time it happened, he was in the shower. He hadn't been back home for so long that the novelty of being properly clean had worn off, so maybe he was flinging suds about with a bit more abandon than was strictly necessary, and maybe he was singing slightly louder than was called for, but still. That was no excuse for Sherlock to barge into the bathroom without knocking and gawk at him like he had something growing where a thing shouldn't be.

"You sounded like you were in pain," Sherlock said finally, mildly, and let himself out of the room without another word.

The second time was possibly, partly, a little bit his fault. So he'd had a few pints. And then a few more. And maybe getting undressed in his bedroom that night he'd stumbled around a bit more than a sober man might. Sherlock had frightened the daylights out of him, though, barrelling in like his hair was on fire, and it wasn't exactly like he'd needed the help getting his shorts on, not really.

It was nice of Sherlock to offer, though.

The third, fourth and fifth times Sherlock walked in on him in the buff all seemed perfectly innocent, but really. It wasn't like John was some kind of prude - he'd been in the army, for God's sake - and he certainly didn't think he had anything to be ashamed of, but it was all getting a bit much. A man had the right to keep his Johnson in some semblance of privacy in between appropriate moments for whipping it out.

Sixth time was the last straw. "Oh just take a bloody picture," he snapped when Sherlock lingered in the vicinity of his nakedness just a few seconds too long. "It'll last you longer."

Sherlock had his phone out and snapping before he could blink, and John abruptly felt like dimmest bulb in the box.

"Right then," he breathed. "Well if that's all you wanted, there's no need to be all sneaky about it."

He reached for Sherlock's coat and began pushing it off his shoulders. Time to start evening out the score.

[anonymous]

Loved it! You managed to tell an entire story in relatively few words and it's concise and awesome and and and... ♥.

[anonymous]

XD fantastic!

[sostrangechild]

*giggles* Oh, that was brilliant!

[caliena]

So much laughing at this one...

[lidi_photos]

I loved it! So precious! :)

[hobbylobby]

Best fic ever! Thank you for writing this!

[quamquam20]

Definitely laughed really loudly reading this. Awesome job :)

[shel_chan]

Oh yes :D

[archangelntwrk]

That was so great. Sherlock would totally do something like that. :) Brilliant job.