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On one of their many trans-Atlantic flights, John read the first Harry Potter. Sherlock read over his shoulder and complained a lot. When John told him to stop it, Sherlock instead made high-pitched, incredulous snorting noises.
They finished the book before the flight was over. John turned off his reading light and Sherlock tucked his head onto his shoulder and cuddled against him and yawned, “Did you bring the next one?”
“You’d have to bribe me to do that again.”
Sherlock thought. “The Mile High Club?” he suggested.
“Better bribery than sex in a tiny bathroom, Sherlock.”
“Hmm,” pondered Sherlock.
They finished the book before the flight was over. John turned off his reading light and Sherlock tucked his head onto his shoulder and cuddled against him and yawned, “Did you bring the next one?”
“You’d have to bribe me to do that again.”
Sherlock thought. “The Mile High Club?” he suggested.
“Better bribery than sex in a tiny bathroom, Sherlock.”
“Hmm,” pondered Sherlock.
