“Well,” John said, and cleared his throat. Sherlock’s smile grew wider.
“I can feel the tedium threatening to overwhelm me again, John,” Sherlock announced, and stood up. John looked puzzled by the apparent non-sequitur, and watched Sherlock as she shrugged out of her gown, letting it fall to the floor along with the rest of their clothes before walking out of the room.
“Well?” Sherlock said, peeping from the doorframe a few seconds later, “do you require a written invitation?” and John got to his feet and followed her to their bedroom.
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“I can feel the tedium threatening to overwhelm me again, John,” Sherlock announced, and stood up. John looked puzzled by the apparent non-sequitur, and watched Sherlock as she shrugged out of her gown, letting it fall to the floor along with the rest of their clothes before walking out of the room.
“Well?” Sherlock said, peeping from the doorframe a few seconds later, “do you require a written invitation?” and John got to his feet and followed her to their bedroom.