John swooned momentarily as Sherlock bent the door to his manly will. He resumed his struggle shortly after, emitting a shrill, keening “Eeeeeee.” The sound was music to Sherlock’s pale ears. Sherlock lobbed him unceremoniously to the bed . However, Sherlock overshot and John sailed into the wall, meeting it with an almighty ‘thud.’ John’s heart fluttered. Sherlock brushed his wind-swept hair out of his pallid face.“Sorry,” He stopped to settle into a sumo squat “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

John’s man-carrot had never been more rigid.