Arguably one of the most noteworthy (and slippery!) places where John and Sherlock got it on? Atop one of the lions in Trafalgar Square.
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It definitely happened here. Very frequently. And loudly. To the annoyance of Mrs. Turner’s married ones. And to the amusement of Speedy’s customers who marveled at John’s endurance and sexual prowess.
Behind the clock face of Big Ben, in the middle of the City of London, and where it all started: on Mike Stamford’s bench,
1. Get to the location where your OTP may have fucked (pictured: bank of the Thames at low tide). Decide how to stage the photo.
2. Get into position (if you’re playing the corpse at the crime scene where John and Sherlock may have fucked).
3. When the coast is clear of innocent bystanders, hold the sign, and signal the photographer to snap the pic! (Be warned: some bystanders may notice you are preparing to do something naughty, and they may sneak a glance anyway. And laugh at our shenanigans).
John made a weekend trip to meet up with Sherlock when he was studying at Oxford. The boys were very busy. These are some of the places they fucked.
Stag Night AU - In which John and Sherlock go to Vegas for John’s stag night, get drunk off their faces, and confess their true feelings to each other, which leads to shagging everywhere, eloping and getting married by an Elvis impersonator, and more shagging. Unbeknownst to them, Moriarty watches and schemes.
Maybe a story about how Sherlock and John had angsty sex while handcuffed together on the run from the Met police?
While I was adventuring around London, I found a couple of familiar spots. You know, I think some friends of ours may have stopped by this same spot before
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John had almost drifted to sleep when the knocking began.
“John.” Tat-tat-tat. “John.” Tat-tat-tat.
“Mmmnnn,” he managed, then forced his eyes open. “Yeah?”
“Are you asleep?”
“Not anymore.” John ran a hand over his eyes and stifled a groan. Visions of being hauled out of bed in the middle of the night for a case flitted across his mind. It wouldn’t be the first time.
The door clicked open and Sherlock peered through, pale face barely visible in the dim light of the corridor beyond. He stared at John for a long moment, lips pressed tightly together.
“What is it?” John asked.
Sherlock didn’t respond. He pushed the door open enough to lean against the frame. His hair was madness, he hadn’t shaved in days, and a particularly tattered dressing gown hung loosely from his shoulders. His t-shirt was a little too small for his frame, and there was a strip of pale skin visible between the bottom hem and the low-slung waistband of the pyjama pants he wore.
His eyes, though – John recognized that look. A warm buzz began to settle in the back of his skull. He suddenly had a very good idea of where this was headed.
“You all right?”
Sherlock opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything. He just looked, his gaze locked on John’s face. John felt a pulse of electricity run down his spine. So it was one of those nights, was it? It had been a month, and John had started to wonder if that time after the Dreyer case was going to be the last.
John propped himself up on his elbows and smiled. “You want to come in?”
Sherlock closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. He let the dressing gown drop from his shoulders. John’s gaze followed it down to the floor, then slid back up to Sherlock’s groin.
Definitely going to be one of those nights.
John tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He stretched out on his back on the bed and slid a hand down over the front of his boxers. He looked up again to see the tip of Sherlock’s tongue drag across his lower lip.
John had to bite his cheek to stop himself from grinning. “Get over here.”
When we were recently at Lassen Volcanic National Park, we saw some picturesque, soft, and green places where we think Frodo and Sam would have fucked.
During their journey, Sam and Frodo took a lot of breaks in picturesque places for a roll around the foliage and a cuddle afterward.
Location pictured: Zion National Park
Sam: *points* We should stop at that meadow full of flowers.
Frodo: Well, I’m tired and that’s some nice place to eat and sleep.
Sam: I wasn’t thinking of that, but it could be another great motive.
Frodo: Then- Oh wait.
