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Sherlock and John go to a sauna for a case and while John is leaned back and relaxing with his legs spread wide, Sherlock gets all drowsy from the heat and from not eating earlier and so he lays his sweaty sleepy head into John’s sweaty toweled lap and john rubs at his sweaty damp curls as Sherlock tries to get comfy, and when he find out whats happening he fireman carries Sherlock out to the snack bar in his sweaty arms (and their towels may or may not fall off in the process.)

Sounds pretty great to me!

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Johnlock+”can we pretend I didn’t just say that?”

“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” John was blushing from his hair probably down to his toes.

Sherlock leaned closer carefully, as if examining an easily frightened animal. “Say it again, John.”

John looked up into John’s eyes. Instead of repeating what he’d said, he grabbed the detective and pulled him into a kiss. Who needed words when actions would do just fine.

They came up for air and Sherlock stared at him, smiling softly. “Say it,” he repeated.

John rolled his eyes and pushed Sherlock into his chair. “You heard me perfectly well.”

Sherlock reached up and grabbed John’s hips, pulling him into his lap. Holding him tightly, his breath was hot against John’s ear. “I love you too.”