Sherlock BBC, John/Sherlock
and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink, G, 2683 words "You've written love letters," Sherlock asserted. I fall in love with this fic everytime I read it. It's lovely and so charming. Sherlock wants to write a love letter and who is better to help him then John, and the experience keeps getting better and better. John woke with a gasp, heart hammering, searching for a gun under his pillow that wasn't there. "Stop it," came Sherlock's terse command, and John went limp. Sherlock's presence was a weight at the edge of the bed, bent over John; John's bedroom door was open, letting in a shaft of dim light. "Jesus," John said. "I told you not to do that. One of these days I'm going to--" "How can I be certain that my letter will be received well?"