Sherlock, your roommate, barged into your room late at night as you were trying to get ready for bed.

"Thighs. Now." Was all he said.

For as long as you had known him, Sherlock had been obsessed with your thighs.

If you were being completely honest, you had big thighs. One might even call them thunder thighs. It wasn't a bad thing, though, and you couldn't control it.

He loved to lay his head on them, no matter what you were doing or where you were. He said that they helped him 'think'.