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[if_inconvenient]

Despite everything, he can't help the smile on his face as he takes the slow, pleasant walk up the driveway. Tom is just so... well, cute.

On reflection, not doing anything about that smile was probably a tactical error.

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[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock moans, which is not necessarily an objection, as his back hits the wallpaper.

"You're cleaning that up," he asserts.

[toblameforit]

"Huh?"

He pulls back a little.

"Oh. Quit bleeding on the wallpaper, Sherry."

That is as much of an apology as he will offer right now. That, and grabbing Sherlock's wrist to tow him up the stairs.

[if_inconvenient]

He doesn't resist until they reach the third floor, ten steps away from Tony's bedroom; then he drops his shirt and yanks at his captive hand.

[toblameforit]

Tony's grip tightens.

[if_inconvenient]

"Oh, so it's that way, is it?"

Laughing softly, he pulls harder, until Tony stumbles into him and Sherlock can wrap an arm around his waist and bite down on the corner of his jaw.

[toblameforit]

"Yes."

[if_inconvenient]

Although it's Tony who has a hand locked around his wrist, it's Sherlock who opens the bedroom door and pushes Tony inside.

It closes gently in their wake.