Oh, yes, part of Serviceman.  But it’s not going to be showing up just yet, I’m afraid. ^_^  It’s the opening of the next (or maybe next-after-the-next) Serviceman story.

But here, you can enjoy the bit I’m not sure I’ll keep!

Maybe a few years later, the knot goes down and releases them.  Sherlock pulls out and John lies beneath him, caught in the massive gravity of exhaustion, their bodies slowly falling to calm.

Eventually, when he feels reassembled, John tries to roll to get up.  Hands arrest him, pressing his hips back into the bed.  “Mmmm, no.  We’re going to be doing that again in a few moments.”

John’s groan is only a halfhearted protest.

Sherlock chuckles.  His hair strokes silken over John’s shoulders as he turns his head to murmur, “You knead at the bedsheets like a kitten.”  John gasps as his body catches fire all over again.