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They were at the kitchen table when Sherlock's phone made another profound, filthy, sexy, characteristic orgasmic sound. John turns his gaze toward his friend and flat mate with a mostly curious (and a little bit ‘I can’t believe what I heard’) look.
“Why does your phone make that noise?”
Oh! Oh! Oh! Maybe I could get John to moan for me! Not FOR me, but for ME… Arggggg this is The Woman's fault! I never thought of things like that before… But the idea of my John wasting his sexy voice on an inane girlfriend when I am there!
“What noise?” He asks, wanting John to recreate the suggestive and stimulating sound. The unaffected voice of Sherlock was perfectly fake but inside he was breathless!
“That noise… the one it just made.”
Oh no… He didn’t take the bait! I wanted to hear him do it, damn! Why does he looks at me like that? Oh right, I need to reply!
“It’s a text alert. It means I’ve got a text.”
Yeah, good call genius! I am doomed!
“Hmm. Your texts don’t usually make… that noise.”
Sherlock was still trying to find another way to get John to do it but Mycroft came back in the kitchen, the opportunity was now gone.
But something inside Sherlock's heart and mind start blossoming…