#johnsarmylady

As the moon rose, clear and full from behind the trees it shone directly into the hobbit’s face, and he gave up any pretence at sleeping, quietly getting to his feet and moving across to sit on a rock, looking skywards, his blanket draped warmly around his shoulders.

“Would you take a pipe with me?”

Bofur’s voice, quiet beside him, made Bilbo flinch slightly, and he looked enquiringly into the friendly eyes that glowed in the moonlight.

Hi, I still have a commission for you if you want to take it up. Happy to pay your prices as ever JAL

John stood at the window, looking up towards the sky. Standing in the reflected light from the street below, Sherlock drank in the sight of his bare torso, compact and well-muscled, gleaming as if it had been oiled. And standing as he was, barefoot in just his jeans, the younger man thought that all he really needed was his wings and he would be the epitome of an angel.

A small smile crossed the angel’s face, and as if reading the other’s mind the strong, blue wings stretched out from his shoulders.