Poznámka: slash, ale nic neslušného :)
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John nuzzled against Sherlock’s forearm, dropping light kisses around the patches.
“A three patch problem, eh?”
Sherlock opened his eyes; slowly, like a lizard in the sun.
“There is a brain in our fridge and I’ve been figuring out how to tell you.”
“THERE’S A WHA-” John hesitated, taking a deep breath, reminding himself whom did he deliberately choose as his lover.
There was always something to look forward to. And why the hell not.
“Fine,” he sighed, smiling.
“Good,” nodded Sherlock, rolling over and kissing his temple. “Because there’s also a lung and a kidney right next to it.”