Take me to your leader
Title: Take me to your leader
Author: crazycatt71
Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 183
Summary: Sherlock in silver go-go boots
John was trying to figure out how he let Sherlock talk him into going to a costume party and why on earth Sherlock would want to go to a costume party at all. At least Sherlock had picked out a descent costume for him to wear. John thought he looked pretty good in the NASA astronaut flight suit. He turned as he heard high heels clicking on the floor and Sherlock came strutting into the room. John’s jaw dropped to the floor when he saw Sherlock. He was wearing thigh high silver platform boots, white leather micro mini short-shorts, and a skin tight, white, cropped tee. Any skin that was exposed and there was a lot of skin exposed, was painted a glittering silver. He even had silver glitter and clear plastic antenna that pulsed different colors in his hair.
“What are you?” John asked. “An alien go-go dancer?”
“Take me to your leader.” Sherlock said with a smirk.
John reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sherlock’s short-shorts, tugging him closer. He couldn’t wait to get to the probing.
Author: crazycatt71
Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 183
Summary: Sherlock in silver go-go boots
John was trying to figure out how he let Sherlock talk him into going to a costume party and why on earth Sherlock would want to go to a costume party at all. At least Sherlock had picked out a descent costume for him to wear. John thought he looked pretty good in the NASA astronaut flight suit. He turned as he heard high heels clicking on the floor and Sherlock came strutting into the room. John’s jaw dropped to the floor when he saw Sherlock. He was wearing thigh high silver platform boots, white leather micro mini short-shorts, and a skin tight, white, cropped tee. Any skin that was exposed and there was a lot of skin exposed, was painted a glittering silver. He even had silver glitter and clear plastic antenna that pulsed different colors in his hair.
“What are you?” John asked. “An alien go-go dancer?”
“Take me to your leader.” Sherlock said with a smirk.
John reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sherlock’s short-shorts, tugging him closer. He couldn’t wait to get to the probing.