Charlie Price (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-27 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | {john watson, {sherlock holmes |
Who? John & Sherlock
Where? Chance car
When? Sunday, after this net post.
What? Sharing a bath. Grooming. Appreciation. Sex.
Warnings? See the 'what'.
It was boredom and curiosity that had drawn John to the caboose. He really hadn't paid it much attention in the past seven months- within the first few weeks of arriving, he'd had some interest, especially considering it had been a place to store murder victims- but the whole concept of the car had blown his mind so much that it was safer to just stay away. Now, he was much more used to the unusual, and opening and closing the door of the car barely made him bat an eyelid.
He didn't know what he was looking for. Something to do- something different, something that didn't just remind him that he was stuck on a bloody train. And then he hit upon it- he had just been about to close the door again when he had taken a second look. "Ah!"
It was a bathroom, incredibly ornate, something that he would have expected to find in a hotel honeymoon suite. Standing with the door propped open, he sent a message to Sherlock. No, to the whole train. Damn!
It didn't matter. Sherlock wasn't easily embarrassed, and his response just made John laugh. He didn't know Sherlock would find him if he let the door close, so he stayed where he was, halfway between the corridor and the room.