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Title: Apply Moist Heat for Pain Relief
Fandom: London Crimefighters RPS
Author: Anonymous
Pairing: Sherlock/John; D. I. Lestrade/The Landlady
Rating: M
Summary: A little Wet!Lestrade 221A story (221 words, last one starting with "a.") Betaed by handcuffsRlove.
The Landlady knew her boys would be soaked after the stakeout, so she waited up late, in case they needed tea and blankets, poor dears. When she opened the door, Sherlock and John tumbled inside, giggling. They barely said hello before Sherlock began tugging the doctor's soggy jumper over his head as they breathlessly climbed the stairs.
D.I. Lestrade blushed and smiled. His damp trousers were clinging to his muscular thighs and scrumptious backside. His shoes sloshed seductively as he closed the door.
"Evening, ma'am. Mind if I wait here 'til the rain stops?"
The Landlady nodded, leading him into her cozy, tasteful flat. "Tea or brandy?" she asked, watching droplets of water in his silver hair sparkling in the light. The rain had deepened the blue of his shirt collar so it perfectly complimented his glistening pink skin. Connie would approve.
"I'd rather taste you," he replied with a naughty smile, pulling her close.
Trembling. Throbbing. Yes.
Hot and wet between her thighs.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
Slick tongue and thick fingers exploring her. His manhood filling her.
When their night of exquisite passion was over, he wrapped her in powerful arms and asked tenderly, "Your hip, love--Is it okay?"
"Oh my dear Inspector," she whispered. "It's never been better. Your cock is an analgesic."