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“Last night,” Sherlock said. His voice was so deep it practically rumbled. “What was that?”
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20 Mar 2020
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John thinks he'd do anything to calm Sherlock down.
Anything happens.
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"Oh, so you admit it! You think mine is small!"
"Yeah. You know what? I do. I bet it's tiny."
Sherlock put on his best drama queen face and shouted, "I take umbrage at that comment, John Watson, umbrage!"
"Does your teeny little wee take umbrage, too, Sherlock?"
"Oh! Shall we settle this, once and for all, then?"
John's eyebrow shot up to the ceiling. "Go on, cowboy, let's see what you're packing."
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Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.
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Battle Stratagem for the Domesticated British Male by what_alchemy for billiethepoet
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
01 Jan 2012
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Age happens. This is not Sherlock's area.