Sherlock:”By ‘too fussy’ you mean they would make poor companions for that little indulgence we purchased in Soho last Tuesday, which almost didn’t make it home because you felt the uncontrollable urge to sit me on your lap in the Agent Provocaeur ‘husband’s’ courtesy lounge’ and shag me senseless while the sales girl went looking for a matching peignoir?
John: “We’ll take them.”
*Becuase those boots absolutely ‘did not’ remind me of this: 😉
Bloody buggering hell Blackmorgan how many words was that? Because I swear to god I’m flush-faced reading them.
That was perfect.
Sadie: Sherlock, in nothing but those^ heels, those^ ruffles, and a pair of thin white thigh highs…
Mm-hmmmm.
*EDIT* Oh, and a matching hair ribbon, because of course.