theconfirmedbachelor

The evening was shaping up to be a quiet one.

John didn't always loathe quiet. Last night he had stayed up all night with Sherlock trying to decrypt a dead woman's diaries (She had written over a thousand pages a year, for over sixty years!). Today had been a long day at the clinic (a five-year-old had tried to bite him, among other things). A nice shower, some tea, and reading the paper with the telly on for an hour before bed seemed just the thing.

He had almost got the mug up to his lips when his mobile chimed. John immediately set the tea and paper aside to read the text. Maybe he wasn't so keen on a peaceful night in after all.


It isn't the light, it's the heat.
Curtains drawn, still too many bears in
here. Come and get your bears.
-SH


"Bloody hell." It couldn't be too bad, Sherlock was still writing in proper telegraph-abbreviated sentences and spelling things correctly. Unless the bears were something else. John immediately texted back.


Where are you?

Playing with Sherlock Holmes

I am quite happy to play hot-and-heavy Johnlock.
I am also quite happy to play totally platonic fluff Johnlock.
Or platonic angst Johnlock.
Or twisted kinky angst Johnlock.
Or just about any variation on the theme.

Just let me know what you're in the mood for and I'll be happy to oblige!


And other muses!

I'd be truly delighted to play with any other characters as well!
Canon-mates or not.
Steamy or not.
I have an incredibly sick and twisted imagination.
I also adore sweet and innocent things.


What's that about smut?

If it ever becomes useful to do so I'll be happy to list my/his detailed preferences. In the meantime if you're curious then feel free to ask!