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As much as I love Sherlock and love John (and I do -- to the extent that someday you may find "Dr & Mrs Watson" scribbled in glitter-pen across my notebooks), I also love Lestrade. And right from the first two paragraphs of this story, I knew I'd love his POV:
Lestrade started out a sound sleep. One might say the sleep of the just, but Lestrade had been around too long to believe that was entirely true. More like sleep-of-the-occasionally-petty-but-trying-very-hard. That sounded about right.
Sherlock/Lestrade. Hot. Awesome. A touch awkward and pushy, but it's Sherlock so you can't expect anything else. And very hot. (It deserves to be said twice.)
It's Not About Pasta by Nemo_the_Everbeing. Go, read, love.
Lestrade started out a sound sleep. One might say the sleep of the just, but Lestrade had been around too long to believe that was entirely true. More like sleep-of-the-occasionally-petty-but-trying-very-hard. That sounded about right.
Sherlock/Lestrade. Hot. Awesome. A touch awkward and pushy, but it's Sherlock so you can't expect anything else. And very hot. (It deserves to be said twice.)
It's Not About Pasta by Nemo_the_Everbeing. Go, read, love.
