Anonymous asked prettyarbitrary:

sherlock, john, femlock au, thank you thank you!

Jeanne’s at the hob, working up some eggs and toast because today by God Sherlock’s going to eat, when the woman herself comes padding out of the bedroom with a yawn.  She flashes a quick, toothy grin and slips up to wrap around Jeanne from behind, their thin dressing gowns doing nothing to keep their warm contours from moulding together.

Jeanne shimmies the eggs in the skillet, wriggles happily, and tips her head to the side in an unspoken demand for Sherlock to lavish attention on her neck; she deserves a bit of repayment for breakfast, she thinks.