My First, My Only, and My Forever

“I was just wondering if there was a reason you hadn’t, you know.” John made a vague gesture.

“Had sexual intercourse?” Sherlock supplied.

John coughed. “Yes. That.”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze.

And then it hit him.

John Watson was aroused.