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John first finds Sherlock’s coat on the stairs… He walks up, taking it with him, then it was a shoe then another one a little bit further. What the hell…
Scarf on the banister, suit jacket carelessly on the landing… I’m not his bloody housekeeper and I will not go to the dry cleaners!
His hands full, he opens the door of the flat to find black tailored trousers in a bunch on the carpet. I’ve had enough! He drops the clothes on the floor.
Following the trail (He founds sock number 1, number 2, a bespoke shirt…) he stands in front of Sherlock’s bedroom door. Is it a way for him to seduce me? Has he caught on to the clues I left for him?… His hand was on the handle when his phone vibrates.
Tell Sherlock that he was right, we tested the alcohol at the club and it was laced with GHB… Could you please check on him? I think he may have drunk something. GL
He opens the door and the first thing he saw was a pair of black silk pant on the floor. Shit…
“Jawnnnn...” his sexy, uninhibited friend mumbles, “I’m feeling… what’s the word… YESSSSSS!!... Horny…”
John steps out, locking the bedroom door.
You’re a bloody ex-soldier, John H. Watson! He sighs, be brave!