I was having a bit of a crisis last week, and the adorable agnesanutter was so kind and sweet and supportive. I promised to write her something. A Johnlock, which I had thought, in the midst of my meltdown, that I would never manage to write again. I made this today. Its a little along the lines of ‘Shark’, but longer and deeper. A little more angsty perhaps.
Dear Agnes, I hope you like it.
” They had been sharing the Baker Street flat for a month when Sherlock finally challenged him. John was amazed it had taken him that long.
‘I never see you naked,’ he said, out of the blue.
‘Don’t pussy about, Sherlock. Just say what you think, never mind about holding back and considering my feelings!’
‘Feelings have nothing to do with it. Why do you keep yourself covered all the time?’”