![]() | cute enough to shoot you down ( @ 2011-06-25 23:06:00 |
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oh
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
You.
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Utter.
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Prat.
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
You couldn't just have told me?
Text to: John Watson
No.
SH
Text to: John Watson
I did not wish to distract you from
the relationship we were forming
by informing you of my physical
features.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Right. And it was fun, wasn't it,
reading me wax lyrical about this
gorgeous bloke I kept bumping
into at cons.
Text to: John Watson
Yes, very.
We're currently sharing the
same bowl of pasta in the same
restaurant, John. What are you
trying to prove by texting me
under the table?
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
You can't deduce it?
Text to: John Watson
I have. I wish you'd tell me
yourself.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Ah, but I don't think you have.
See, the look on your face every
time your phone buzzes is rather
charm
![]() | cute enough to shoot you down ( @ 2011-06-27 21:49:00 |
Well, life goes on.
I'm glad to say there have been no grave disturbances in my private or public life after this disaster — apart from the occasional fan dropping by at the surgery, but I think I can deal with that, so long as you don't bother me during work hours.
(Seriously, don't bother me during work hours. I'm lucky enough to be under
I'm a little surprised by the lack of repercussions, considering that
the_professor pretty much laid me bare for the world to see, but I'm not about to complain. So I, uh, wrote porn? to celebrate. Yeah.Title: Here You Are, At Night
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (ACD 'verse/Granada? ish)
Length: 2,500 words
Rating: NC-17. Not overly graphic, but it's fairly obvious what they're doing.
Warnings: Uh, porn? some violence at the start. (Not in bed, though.)
Beta Credit:
Disclaimer: Doyle would probably have an apoplexy if he knew what I'm doing with his characters. Or maybe he wouldn't care, considering.
Summary: Holmes looked ragged and tense, leaning back against the bathtub as it filled; he had taken out five of the eleven men who had been set on us that night, and his lanky frame was shaking with fatigue. I could hardly breathe, looking at him.
( do hand me the soap, watson )
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... 'Really, my dear,' he said, smiling breathlessly down at me. He rested lightly upon my chest, most of his weight braced upon his thighs, and with each shift of his hips his buttocks grazed my cock. I sighed. I cradled him, felt the give and stretch of his skin under my palms, the thin, long bones, his toned stomach and the damning small of his back. His arm shook slightly as his hand drove inside him, one long finger at a time, where I could not see it.
'Holmes,' I said, and my voice broke, I’m afraid. Slightly. Just a little. His eyes flickered, one unsteady fluttering of eyelashes; I saw his chest hitch, saw his elbow twist and reach, his lips fall open.
'Quiet,' he said, slowly. Oh, it was good, and I could have come from this alone; I could have come from watching him. I did. I watched him until I thought my body would break, my mind grow so focused and delicate that it would shatter to pieces — he would put me back together afterwards, and it would be delightful, his long hands and his pale eyes, on me, he would never stop touching me. Like this. Just like this, I thought.
His hand moved to my neck — it curled there, thumb resting against the carotid artery, his wrist sure and strong upon my collarbone. Two long fingers drove up, caught in my hair and forever stopped there. So did my heart, for a moment.
I had had men before, and I had had the heat, the slick and the tight, and this was no different; I had not expected it to. Bodies are much the same, and his — though doubtlessly as brilliant and unique as his brain — works as mine does. As his hands skittered across my chest, however, and his neck bowed under the strain of taking me, I pushed my own upwards to touch his waist, my fingertips pressed to the place where I felt him trembling. It was the loss of control, perhaps, that changed this utterly. His hair was damp where it fell over his brow, obscured one eye and changed the shape of his mouth.
I believe that I murmured Dear God, and oh, and when he laughed at me and sat solidly across my hips, the weight of him gradually easing down on me, I found my breath had been taken from me entirely.
'I would keep you, like this,' he told me, but his eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving. My thumbs drove into his hips to make bloody flowers in the morning.
'I know,' I said, the words all but shuddering out of me. He moved slightly, hissed, so I caught him — I caught his hips and then his rear, caught him in the slant of his back, upwards, between his shoulder blades. They were sharp, protruding, angled away from him. I twisted my hand in his hair. "I know, I know. I would."
He moved in short, sharp jerks, bearing down so as to prevent me quite completely from thrusting up into him. It was quite the strangest love-session I had ever partaken in. I had no control whatsoever, and he was fast losing his own; the bed underneath my back was rippling like water, and the man above me was one I'd loved for years, one I'd not thought had wanted me back until tonight.
He was breathless and arching as he orgasmed, and his body became incredibly pale, and the sight of it took me away as well, hit me in the chest and tore the air from me. I had ten seconds of fragile, interminable bliss, and the one thing I could feel were his hands on my chest and his thighs tight round my hips.
He had fallen forward, I saw, quite a while later. He had caught himself on his forearms. And then he slipped away from me, and fell again, this time barely avoiding crushing my windpipe as he collapsed upon me. 'Very sorry, my boy,' he muttered, the words muffled by my skin. 'I'm afraid tonight's brawl in the wharves has quite taken me out. You will have to bear with me for a blanket tonight.'
I had exhausted him, I understood. The core of him had been wrung out, and it was beautiful and very, very sad. His breath came shaking against my neck, and his mouth was red and hot.
'Holmes,' I said, and the word anchored me, made me focused. I cradled his head to my chest, and his face in my neck, sank my fingers in his damp hair; little by little his breathing slowed, until his hand moved under the blanket and captured my own.
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Text to: John Watson
I'm picking you up this evening.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
You don't even know when my
shift ends.
Text to: John Watson
Six-thirty.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
How could you possibly know
that.
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
You haven't called Mycroft, have
you?
Text to: John Watson
Mycroft?
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Right, sorry, I forgot about the
sibling rivalry for a moment.
What then, you've deduced
the time when my shift ends
— from what? You don't even
know what I'm wearing.
Text to: John Watson
Brown corduroys, striped
jumper, leather shoes.
Green undershirt.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Have you been hacking into
my webcam again?
Text to: John Watson
Black pants.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Are you sexting me, Sherlock?
Text to: John Watson
Is this how sexting usually
goes?
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Yes. No. Fuck, I don't even
know anymore.
Text to: John Watson
At any rate, I do not need to
hack into your webcam to
know what you're wearing.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
So you've deduced the color
of my pants by my latest LJ
post. Or something.
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
No, sorry, you've induced the
color of my pants by my latest
LJ post.
Wouldn't want to, you know.
Get mixed up in definitions.
Text to: John Watson
Oh, fuck off.
SH
Text to: Sherlock Holmes
Six-thirty. Holding you to that.
![]() | i'll fix you that cuppa ( cox_and_co,@ 2011-06-28 17:41:00 |
Many thanks to
Darlings, I just wanted to say: we have had much emotion here in the last few days, and some of us have gotten hurt, and I am so very sorry for it.
But I believe you all deserve congratulations for behaving so responsibly and maturely during this ordeal. You have answered the troll on his menaces and insults without belittling or demeaning yourselves. By calling
the_professor (or Even the cat macros contributions!
Let us have virtual cookies now. :)
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| Mrs Hudson, you are a treasure among all. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| My, John, you are too kind! *blushes* (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| He's right, you know? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Why, thank you very much, my dear. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I could possibly take you up on that offer for tea, if that's all right? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Of course! how does tomorrow at six work for you? I'll make jaffa cakes. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I love jaffa cakes. :) could I bring (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Of course, dear, I'll be delighted to have you both — we'll have a girls' night and write naughty stories. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Mrs Hudson, sometimes I just want to hug you (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Oh! well, that's lovely of you, young man, but I wouldn't want to make your young lady jealous. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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![]() | goodnight, mr sherlock holmes ( shwatchalongs,@ 2011-07-20 19:30:00 |
Saturday Granada: The Six Napoleons
YOUTUBE: HERE
DOWNLOAD: HERE
TIME ZONES CHART: HERE
READY, EVERYONE?
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| Popcorn, waffles, beer. I am ready for this. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Sushi for me. :D (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Pizza and a lager here. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Risotto and... whiskey (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| We've got brownies. And nougat ice cream. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I've got some Italian myself. Carbonara! rawr. Sounds like a super. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| It probably is, somewhere. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Ready? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| AAAAAAAAAND.... GO! (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I think you should all know that every time I hear this credits music, I grin to myself like an idiot. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| YANA. My childhooooood (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Oh my god, look at this fiiiiiiiiine man (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| IKR? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| He is very handsome. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| So this is a bit racy, for, what, the 80s? a pervy old man snooping on a half-naked, wet girl? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| And all the insults that one’s tossing at his sister, too. :/ (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Yeah, well, seeing that the bloke’s gonna die later on, they have to show he is such a ~Nice Guy. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I get so much second-hand embarrassment from that scene. D: (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Is that the same girl? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| She lookin' good. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I could never figure out where they're supposed to be living. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| England, I believe. The address on the crate is a London address without the country attached. Wouldn't be so if they were in another country. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Ooh. See, I always found it weird that they'd travel all the way to England at the end. If they were already living there, that actually makes a lot of sense. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I love the music in that part (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Watson, stop sucking on that cigar in such an obvious way, you've got a police inspector right in front of you! (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| They can't not be doing it on purpose. They can't. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Oh, hello, are you back already? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| We're just tuning in for the night. :) (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Missed me yet, Johnny? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| 'course I have. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Not what I've heard. What's this about you and (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Shut up, you two, just look at these three BAMFs, having a lie-in and an evening cigar. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I love how Watson moves to sit next to Lestrade and Holmes immediately looks up. ♥ (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| He actually pronounces the French quite passably. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I love the way Watson and Lestrade gang up on Holmes. Classic. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| 'Yah! brrrrr.' BEST THING EVER. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Holmes' little sounds in this episode are the most amazing. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I love that they've got their little inside jokes. Lestrade's speaking about something horrible, and they're just LOLing. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| *snerk* Military!Watson giving Holmes orders. Love it. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| And Holmes nearly chokes in his coffee! adorable. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| 'May I present you with Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.' I will never get tired of this. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Watson looking all smug over Holmes' deduction might just be the best thing ever Just like Stop being so damn proud of your boyfriend, man (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| That session is much too long. Dull. The whole business with the candle could have been cut off and no harm would have come of it. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Look at how realistic all that blood is! (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Good ending to the scene, though. That bobby's look is quite intense. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I could just stare at him forever. Forever. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Me too ;o; (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Boring. Shut up, move on, the pace is already slow enough. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| And then they have this completely silent conversation, all in their eyes. They play this so so well. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| I really like this Lestrade. He's got a way of dragging out the syllable. What do you think, Mr Hooooooolmes? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| They've gotten the rigor mortis right, at any rate. They always forget that corpses tend to stiffen. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Oh, look, out comes the clichéd magnifier. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Oooh, look at me, I'm so smooth My name's Sherlock Holmes and I can take vital evidence from the police any day I want Oooh, ouuuh (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Watson, your appreciation of pretty Greek (Roman?) men is showing. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| LOLOLOLOLOLOL I LOVE THIS PART (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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| Sooooo subtle, that bit. Not. (Reply to this) (Thread) |


cox_and_co,






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Date: 2011-08-01 04:22 am (UTC)The faux post and comments still confuse me, especially since I have John friended. Dammit!
18:22 consulting.detective: You're already mine.
18:23 you: yeah, well.
it goes both ways.
Giggling and squirming around like a true shipper.
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Date: 2011-08-03 10:58 am (UTC)I hope everybody watches the Six Napoleons when they read this because you were right, it made it so much better!
It still makes me sad that we had to break up the watchalong
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Date: 2011-10-19 03:23 pm (UTC)i just cringed with the initial momentary embarrassment John must've felt upon seeing Sherlock was the con guy he'd been ogling. So cute! It looks like the outcome of Jim_fromit's assholery was a shove for them to get together afterall. he must be damn pissed about that.
agh. I can't figure out how you wrapped this complex thing up into something that works and fits in with sherlock canon somehow still. You must be incredibly detail oriented. Or else just that obsessive with the fandom. Another thing I adore is how aware you are of the fandom and all of what we do and how we act and speak and the trope and the interweb nods you make. THE SCARY thing is for me, is that I totally recognize and GET all of your references. Which means I'm probably overly obsessed with this fandom and addicted to the internet. :/