There was a knock on the door. Sherlock sprang to his feet. When he opened it, a rather elegantly dressed Mary and a somewhat plainer, but still polished, John stood in the doorway. Mary looked at Sherlock's attire and laughed.
John spoke, grinning. "Why bother to dress, right?"
"Why indeed?"
"I'm surprised you didn't answer the door naked."
Sherlock cocked an eyebrow. "I thought we might want alcoholic beverages first, and I didn't want to stick to the leather sofa." It was, in fact, the only furniture on which to sit in the room. Both chairs were gone. "Wine?" He sat and poured a glass, offering it to Mary first.
"Yes. Thank you."
"John?"
"Absolutely. Yes. Thanks."
They remained standing, and drank in silence for a moment before Mary broke it. "You've got the right idea, Sherlock. Small talk seems pointless. Shall we?"
He made an 'after you' gesture with his hands. John guided Mary towards Sherlock's bedroom, while Sherlock walked a few paces behind. John and Mary sat on the edge of the bed. Sherlock had brought his chair into the bedroom just for the occasion, and sat, wine glass in hand, trying to look completely at ease with his self-appointed role as observer.
"Unzip me?"
Sherlock watched as John unzipped her dress and ran his fingers repeatedly across her skin, displaying his uncertainty: a need to seek out familiar sensations in the midst of the unfamiliar.
"Take your shirt off, John," Sherlock gave a firm command, voice deep. John let out a suppressed breath, surprised by the sudden shift in the dynamics. Ah, better, John? This is good. This can work. John followed Sherlock's direction without hesitation.
"Now remove Mary's clothing. All of it." Soon, Mary was entirely nude, sitting quietly, arms resting in her lap, smiling. Sherlock gave her only a passing glance. "Keep the trousers, John. Pleasure her as you see fit, but only give. You will receive later."
FILL 8a/? "Three" (Threesome fail)
John spoke, grinning. "Why bother to dress, right?"
"Why indeed?"
"I'm surprised you didn't answer the door naked."
Sherlock cocked an eyebrow. "I thought we might want alcoholic beverages first, and I didn't want to stick to the leather sofa." It was, in fact, the only furniture on which to sit in the room. Both chairs were gone. "Wine?" He sat and poured a glass, offering it to Mary first.
"Yes. Thank you."
"John?"
"Absolutely. Yes. Thanks."
They remained standing, and drank in silence for a moment before Mary broke it. "You've got the right idea, Sherlock. Small talk seems pointless. Shall we?"
He made an 'after you' gesture with his hands. John guided Mary towards Sherlock's bedroom, while Sherlock walked a few paces behind. John and Mary sat on the edge of the bed. Sherlock had brought his chair into the bedroom just for the occasion, and sat, wine glass in hand, trying to look completely at ease with his self-appointed role as observer.
"Unzip me?"
Sherlock watched as John unzipped her dress and ran his fingers repeatedly across her skin, displaying his uncertainty: a need to seek out familiar sensations in the midst of the unfamiliar.
"Take your shirt off, John," Sherlock gave a firm command, voice deep. John let out a suppressed breath, surprised by the sudden shift in the dynamics. Ah, better, John? This is good. This can work. John followed Sherlock's direction without hesitation.
"Now remove Mary's clothing. All of it." Soon, Mary was entirely nude, sitting quietly, arms resting in her lap, smiling. Sherlock gave her only a passing glance. "Keep the trousers, John. Pleasure her as you see fit, but only give. You will receive later."