John was rather frustrated with Sherlock’s uninterested request for help. How had he gotten himself wrangled into unpacking his flatmate’s trunk? He hadn’t had any of the fun on the trip to… wherever it was Sherlock had gone. John’s musings on a revolt against the lazy man-child detective were cut short when his hand withdrew a black, lacy piece of lingerie.
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