doctorcorby:

In from the Rain

They  returned past midnight, soaked to the bone by the unrelenting drizzle of London rain. 

Yuujin stoked the fire back to life, while Sherlock shed his sodden clothes down to his underthings before shaking himself out like a dog. Yuujin gave him a fond– if bashful– look, moving for the stairs. Before he could take a step, the detective caught him by the shoulder and began to undress him, brooking no complaint and tutting with disapproval. 

“You’ll catch your death up in that draughty attic.”

Th pair fell asleep on the sofa beside the fire, Sherlock’s head on Yuujin’s chest.