and in that moment i swear we were all kawaii

http://misslucyjane.livejournal.com/2741418.html

I started reading this, then stopped.

It’s about sex.

Shit.

But this is my interpretation of the first part:

He bursts into the flat, breathing fast from anticipation as much as from running up the stairs, and Sherlock looks up from the newspaper. “Sherlock,” John gasps, and Sherlock tosses the paper aside and rises from the armchair. “Sherlock, I,” John tries again, but Sherlock is already advancing to him, his expression determined, his eyes predatory and fixed on John’s mouth. “Sherlock,” John tries again weakly, and then can only whimper as Sherlock reaches behind him to close and lock the door.

yeah. I’m lame.