Their relationship was still a very new thing. The only one who seemed to know about it so far was Mrs. Hudson, because obviously there was just no keeping anything from her. Well, it was likely Mycroft knew, too, or would find out soon enough. But he wasn't a guest that they preferred to entertain often, for rather obvious reasons. John didn't care who knew, of course - he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of it. But right now, it was new and it was all theirs, and he didn't fancy others coming in to ruin any of it. That first night, it had been the alcohol that had lowered their inhibitions and defenses, ending in them waking up on Sherlock's bed, naked, in a tangle of limbs. Although they were a bit hungover, the important part was that neither of them were truly ashamed. Sure, they were a little embarrassed at first, but even without being under the veil of alcohol... they still wanted it. It hadn't been the alcohol making them do things they didn't want to do, it had just helped them along to finally have the courage to do them. And
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Sherlock drank generously from the wine bottle as he waited for John, sighing blissfully at the way the hot water and the wine served to warm him from the inside out. He was feeling pleasantly lightheaded, smiling to himself as he stretched out in the tub and let the alcohol soak into his system. Drinking always served to make him lazy and compliant, and now was no exception. He knew John loved him like this, which was why he made sure to get a head start on him so he was just tipsy enough for him when he got home
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