[ John feels the need to accuse. God, he feels like he's being punished for something that is completely not his fault, and completely not his obligation to do. ]
I don't know, alright? This isn't usual. Usually it's just seven minutes flat.
[ He can already sense the argument coming, the accusation that he had had a completely stupid idea, and that they were genuinely stuck in a normal closet. It was a stupid idea. Or maybe they're not doing something right.
Two birds, one stone. John's hands vacate the door, wrap around Sherlock's lapels, and pull him down into a real kiss, lips claiming lips. It's desperation and shut up, Sherlock. He hopes it works to set them both free, because this is a line he never expected to cross. ]
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[ John feels the need to accuse. God, he feels like he's being punished for something that is completely not his fault, and completely not his obligation to do. ]
I don't know, alright? This isn't usual. Usually it's just seven minutes flat.
[ He can already sense the argument coming, the accusation that he had had a completely stupid idea, and that they were genuinely stuck in a normal closet. It was a stupid idea. Or maybe they're not doing something right.
Two birds, one stone. John's hands vacate the door, wrap around Sherlock's lapels, and pull him down into a real kiss, lips claiming lips. It's desperation and shut up, Sherlock. He hopes it works to set them both free, because this is a line he never expected to cross. ]