#nonbinary sherlock

When Sherlock suggested their place Ian’s happy smile turned downright filthy. He brought his lips to Sherlock’s and nipped at his upper lip. He licked along the seam of Sherlock’s lips and Sherlock found themselves opening their mouth despite being on a crowded street.

Ian pulled away right when Sherlock was starting to get dizzy. He raised his hand to hail a cab but Sherlock pulled his arm down. Ian swung with the momentum and took Sherlock’s hand. Sherlock looked at their joined hands in confusion. They remembered holding John’s hand all those years ago when they were handcuffed together, adrenaline, running through the night…

“Scottie?”

What makes a man a man? A woman a woman? What do you do when you suddenly don't know yourself?

A non-binary Sherlock story