Imagine: it is very late at night. The night air is cold, but the car you're in is warm, steaming up the windows, and you are sitting in between John and Sherlock. You're tired, but you think you'll be able to make it to 221B—his place is closer.
John doodles absently on his window, barely awake himself. Sherlock chastises him for being childish and to stop doodling because whoever is getting next will just wipe it away. You lean over Sherlock and draw a heart on his window. He is pressed back against his seat to give you room.
John gives him a knowing look once he sees it, and Sherlock hopes that the next people who get in the cab won't wipe it off.
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Sherlock Preferences, Imagines & Oneshots
FanfictionSherlock characters x reader (one shots, preferences, imagines, etc) Gender neutral reader Includes: Sherlock John Mycroft Lestrade Molly Moriarty Irene
