Six Sentences from a work in progress. I’m currently writing something for red pants Monday:
“And I’m wearing something I thought you’d like.”
Pushing John up, Sherlock went for his belt. He moaned again as he got John’s flys open. “Red?”
Grinning now, John got up just long enough to peel off his jeans, revealing the red pants he was wearing underneath. It was worth it for the look of naked lust on Sherlock’s face