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There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)

... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this http://letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
 

Last edited by ukaunz (April 23, 2015 2:17 pm)

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this http://letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)

........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
 

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this http://letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
......over the rainbow they went, hand in hand.


...... ping-pong balls started falling from above and John slipped on them and fell down, so that Sherlock had to revive him with mouth-to-mouth breathing.

 

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
......over the rainbow they went, hand in hand.
...... ping-pong balls started falling from above and John slipped on them and fell down, so that Sherlock had to revive him with mouth-to-mouth breathing.
......ques began to form outside 221b to try this coffee after they all saw John dancing naked down the street singing "Hooked on a feeling."

... really, it was just plain coffee and not too bad, but John understood it was time to declare his love anyway 

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
......over the rainbow they went, hand in hand.
...... ping-pong balls started falling from above and John slipped on them and fell down, so that Sherlock had to revive him with mouth-to-mouth breathing.
......ques began to form outside 221b to try this coffee after they all saw John dancing naked down the street singing "Hooked on a feeling."
... really, it was just plain coffee and not too bad, but John understood it was time to declare his love anyway 
.....Sherlock was stunned speechless for 3.5 minutes before he decided to join John.


... tossed the cup across the room, first shrieking then cursing, as something black and fluffy fell from the bottom of the cup on his foot.

 

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
......over the rainbow they went, hand in hand.
...... ping-pong balls started falling from above and John slipped on them and fell down, so that Sherlock had to revive him with mouth-to-mouth breathing.
......ques began to form outside 221b to try this coffee after they all saw John dancing naked down the street singing "Hooked on a feeling."
... really, it was just plain coffee and not too bad, but John understood it was time to declare his love anyway 
.....Sherlock was stunned speechless for 3.5 minutes before he decided to join John.
... tossed the cup across the room, first shrieking then cursing, as something black and fluffy fell from the bottom of the cup on his foot.
 ... until further notice, John was definitely out of action.
 
.........very tasty, John finally admitted.
 

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
......over the rainbow they went, hand in hand.
...... ping-pong balls started falling from above and John slipped on them and fell down, so that Sherlock had to revive him with mouth-to-mouth breathing.
......ques began to form outside 221b to try this coffee after they all saw John dancing naked down the street singing "Hooked on a feeling."
... really, it was just plain coffee and not too bad, but John understood it was time to declare his love anyway 
.....Sherlock was stunned speechless for 3.5 minutes before he decided to join John.
... tossed the cup across the room, first shrieking then cursing, as something black and fluffy fell from the bottom of the cup on his foot.
 ... until further notice, John was definitely out of action. 
.........very tasty, John finally admitted.

..... "water it is, not cofee!" John scoffed disdainfully. 

 

lmao

There was a suspicious cup of coffee in the kitchen, left deliberately by Sherlock on the counter. By accident, John drank it. And then...

...all went black and an hour later John woke up in Sherlock's bed.
....Bumps started to appear in mysterious places on John's body.
... coffee made him happy. Very happy. And relaxed. Very relaxed.
....dark red flames burst from the corners of the room and while John watched them, mesmerised, Sherlock stole some French kisses from his dopey self.
....electric eels attacked John in the sitting room.  At least that's what he thought until he realized he was fighting with the cord to his lap top.
... frickle frackle! (Since I still have this particular sig ;-)
......Giggle fits.  John was suddenly overcome by massive giggle fits.
... heteronormative thoughts came to an abrupt end
… immediately went to the next lingerie store and bought a jumbo package of red pants
....John was disappointed that it really was a simple cup of coffee and no frickle-frackle ensued - he didn´t speak to Sherlock for two days because of that.
....kneeling down was required to finally, finally propose properly to Sherlock and ensure he would be served this delicious coffee for the rest of his life.
... l'amour, l'amore, love all around. (Just found its way, has been around anyway.)
... Mycroft walked in, catching Sherlock in the act of arranging John's unconscious body on the sofa in a recreation of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam. (I was inspired by this letsdrawsherlock.tumblr.com/post/52131052661/moderatelymaudlin-i-told-myself-i-was-going-to)
........nearly doesn't make it to the loo to puke after he sees the eyeball.
......over the rainbow they went, hand in hand.
...... ping-pong balls started falling from above and John slipped on them and fell down, so that Sherlock had to revive him with mouth-to-mouth breathing.
......ques began to form outside 221b to try this coffee after they all saw John dancing naked down the street singing "Hooked on a feeling."
... really, it was just plain coffee and not too bad, but John understood it was time to declare his love anyway 
.....Sherlock was stunned speechless for 3.5 minutes before he decided to join John.
... tossed the cup across the room, first shrieking then cursing, as something black and fluffy fell from the bottom of the cup on his foot.
 ... until further notice, John was definitely out of action. 
.........very tasty, John finally admitted.
..... "water it is, not cofee!" John scoffed disdainfully. 
 ....xylophones, angels singing and Sherlock's violin accompanied the taste of Juan Veldel's latest coffee bean harvest.
... you bet you know what happened? Right, exactly that!

.... zealous to do something less mundane, he pulled Sherlock into the bedroom, to play a doctor with him.