A/N: This is a little Christmas present for my friend mattsloved1. I promise I'll make you something a little more racy for your birthday! Maybe a drabble of what happens next (wink, wink).

John walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks.

He had to.

His shoes were sticking to the floor.

"Sherlock?"

"Mmmm?" came a muffled, disinterested query from behind the microscope.

"Would you mind telling me why the floor is sticky?"

"I am conducting an experiment."

John glanced down at the floor, which seemed to be the receptacle for all things viscous and gummy.

"Ummm, does this experiment involve holding me prisoner? Because I don't believe I can move my feet."

"Don't be absurd John. Why on earth would I wish you to be stuck to the kitchen floor?"

John just shrugged his shoulders, sighed the sigh of the perpetually put upon. He left the room.

When he returned he was wearing an old, faded, comfortably sprung but rather form fitting pair of jeans, an old tight black t-shirt and bare feet. He grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a cloth.

He knelt down, his back to Sherlock and began to wash the tacky residue off the floor.

Sherlock appeared to be totally engrossed with the specimen he was eyeballing under the microscope.

John moved back and forth, sometimes he reached forward, stretching out his arm, causing his posterior to rise into the air.

Indeed, thought Sherlock, the experiment is a great success. John definitely has a gorgeous bum.