Literature
Open Your Eyes
I really need to stop making a habit out of this. One day Sherlock is going to hear me or, god forbid, Mrs. Hudson. Not that I think I'm loud enough that you'd hear it down on the ground floor. I do take care to be as quiet as possible. My poor pillow has suffered the fate of muffling my groans on more occasions than I'd like to admit to.
I had one hand holding onto my headboard as if that could actually ground me a little, just to make myself last so I could sort of suspend my fantasy in time. I know that sounds utterly ridiculous, but it makes sense in the middle of the act, besides no one was watching.
"Open your eyes John."
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