"Just trying to look nice but I thought I’d make us breakfast."
She turned around her shirt not all the way buttoned up. She smile and sipped her coffee
“Is there a problem John?” She bit he lip nervously.
John grunted and turned back to his paper. “No, there’s no problem.” He flipped through the pages, keeping an eye open for cases for Sherlock.
"Is there any thing you want to eat?" She said walking closer and as she got behind him she started playing with his hair. "Anything at all?" She hummed biting her lip.
IVE SEEN EVERY INCH OF BEN C’S BODY
How I want to
i could not
count the nights
that i’ve woken
s c r e a m i n g…
“Sex or breakfast?” he asks