Fics like how the light gets in

Red wine always makes him tipsier than usual and he finds himself saying, the words slurring a bit. “You know, I’ve got to ask. Do you always shoot cabbies for people you barely you know?” John meets his gaze over the rim of his glass, and there’s something there that Sherlock can’t pin down. “Not for everyone,” he says, meaningfully, pointedly, his smile all teeth. Sherlock feels faint. He’s flirting. Is he? Sherlock has to backpedal, get out of the hole he’s dug himself into. “You should come home with me tonight,” Oh god no, that’s the exact opposite of what he should be doing. John’s eyes widen and he blinks at him. “Er-“ “I mean, 221B’s closer, it’s late,” he scrambles for words. “And you’ll be staying there anyway. I mean- well, I’m assuming. Ms Hudson’s already put up the bed-“ Christ, he’s not being clever and sexy at all, he’s blabbering like an idiot-

Fics like how the light gets in

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