Posted 1 year ago on 11 January 2013 WITH 14 notes »reblog
Corsets and Garters.

Richard had successfully broken into 221b and made himself comfortable in the sitting room. He’d spent the entire evening doing his research, seeing countless photographs of Sherlock online that made his toes curl in glee. Jim had spoken of the man so many times, and it was Richard’s turn to see for himself what the fuss was all about. 

So there he sat, black lace corset tightened, hugging his slim body and his heels lightly tapping impatiently against the hardwood floor — waiting for Sherlock to get back and show him a good time.