I really must stay away from Mrs Hudson's Kitchen - it always gives me such naughty ideas. For MapleleafCameo - who assured me...well, never mind - honey it's for you!
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It was wholly irresistible. Nothing was more guaranteed to deprive Sherlock of sleep than the sight of John, sprawled on their bed, naked but for the tangle of sheets wrapped around his legs and barely protecting his modesty.

Careful not to wake his sleeping partner, Sherlock removed his clothes and climbed carefully onto the bed, sitting in a wanton sprawl of limbs on the sheet between John's legs. From here he had a perfect view of the object of his desire.

Starting at the top, his eyes scanned the still tanned face, the upturned lips giving clues to the pleasant dream he was having.

Following the line of neck and shoulder, seeing the arms stretched out towards the headboard, Sherlock wondered briefly if he could get away with handcuffing the doctor to the bed and keeping him there as a sex slave, his grin grew wide at the thought of John's reaction to such cavalier treatment.

Letting his eyes drift lower still, past succulent nipples, to where John's enjoyment of Mrs Hudson's excellent baking skills was becoming evident, Sherlock found the gently rounded stomach quite fascinating, intriguing even. He stared for a few seconds more, before giving in to temptation without much of a fight….

Leaning down, he pushed his face into the soft flesh, and blew raspberries on John's belly.