From your Sherlock Secret Santa… an illustration of your story “The Sound of Distant Thunder”. Merry Christmas! Hopefully you recognize the scene right away. I had no idea it was so difficult to draw lube.
Wow, thank you very much!
Footsteps on the stairs stilled his hand. John raised his head as Sherlock paused in the doorway, wearing just his dressing gown, tied loosely at the waist. Licking his lips and biting his lip, John sat up as Sherlock came into the room with ghostly steps, barely making a sound on the wood floor. Pausing at the edge of the bed he offered something to John. John automatically reached out his hand and the bottle of lube dropped into his palm.