Toxic Valentine

Sally's finally had enough of Sherlock, and she's got the perfect way to tear him down--John Watson. Or: The first time Sally met Sherlock was on Valentine's Day. She knew he noticed her as soon as she started his way because his eyes snapped open and his head tilted down to look straight at her. A smirk crossed his lips and he lifted a hand to crook a finger at her in a ‘come hither’ fashion. Sally found herself unable to resist the devilish look in his eyes. She stepped to him and pressed her soft curves flush against his harder plains and slid her arms around his neck. She stretched up and whispered “Dance with me.” In his ear as she swayed her hips with the music. Long fingers gripped her and stopped her movements as a chuckled shuddered through her body “Why dance, when there are so many more exciting things to do out there?” It was positively wicked, the way he asked her that and she was powerless to do anything but follow him out the door once more.