The Scent Of Your Skin

"You're drunk," John insists. Sherlock gives a light, mirthless laugh. "Why? Because you can smell it on my breath? Do you know what you smell like, John?" He is standing too close, far too close, closer than they've ever stood. He bends down so his breath tickles John's ear. "Another woman's perfume." In hindsight, Sherlock thinks, the alcohol was a bad idea.