bite-my-lips

  • Pathologist:*enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock:*examining a body*
  • Pathologist:*rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock:*still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist:*sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock:*rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist:*frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock:*smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist:...
  • Pathologist:*confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock:*looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly:*enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock:*steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist:...

I want you to kiss me. like I’ve never been kissed before. slam me against the wall. get your hands tangled in my hair. grab my hips and pull me closer. scratch up and down my back. grab the back of my neck. kiss me. tangle our tongues. bite me. bite my lips. my neck. my chest. kiss me and never stop. please?