Possibly I Like The Thrill
Total words: 79,821 Chapter 14/15
Relationships: Sherlock and Victor Trevor, Sherlock/John, Sherlock/Mary/John
As always, much love to the most wonderful beta reader and friend ever, hedwig-dordt.
They seem to be in a playful mood, so Sherlock shrugs out of his dressing gown, tosses it in John’s face, and grabs her around her waist to carefully topple them onto the bed. He’s not sure if she’s ticklish, but it seems like the right time to find out.
Mary shrieks playfully and squirms, not really trying to escape Sherlock’s questing fingers. “John! Help!”
“Oh no, you’re on your own!” John replies, getting up and leaning over to grab one of her ankles so he can tickle the soles of her feet.
“Come now, surely you can do better than that Mary,” Sherlock mock-admonishes as he finally gets a hand down to tickle her side. He has about a half a second to realize the tactical error in that phrasing, and then he finds himself suddenly pinned on his stomach with one hand up behind his back and the other trapped beneath her knee. Her free hand finds its way into his hair and then his neck is pulled back just hard enough for him to realize it could hurt if she wanted it to.
“You were saying?” She drawls, digging her nails into the skin of his wrist.