"Should I have pretended not to have seen it? Is this one of those things again?"
Oh Sherlock. *sigh *
"No? But...it turns you on. You're turned on now."
"But you better believe I'll mind if you go flitting off in a moment of inspiration and leave me trussed up like a Christmas goose."
Not an unreasonable assumption.
I trust you with my life, just--"
"--Just not with your wellbeing and happiness," Sherlock finished.
This is eerily similar to superhero canon, isn't it? They trust each other with their lives all the time but personal lives are an entirely different matter. Hmm I think a lot of Bruce/Clark fics revolve around establishing that second, more important trust (more important for a romantic relationship anyway). He, it is actually fun comparing these two fandoms since what Sherlock does seems like something extraordinary/super for everyone else.
Sherlock leaned over to look at it and John involuntarily shielded it from him with his hand. Sherlock shot him a look. "Sharing this information is rather the point, John."
I feel so much sympathetic pain for John here. Writing this stuff down can't be easy (though it's probably easier than saying it out loud)
"--Right. Uh." John looked at the paper, his mind racing in unseemly ways.
Oh God, and doing this while Sherlock is watching... I am squiriming here.
"Anderson," they both said together, and burst out laughing.
*falls off the chair laughing*
That decided, John started making his list, trying to keep his writing steady as Sherlock leaned over his shoulder and murmured things like "Oh, I hadn't thought of that, and you know that's saying something,"
Kink. I has it. Sherlock's voice in my ear, *liquefies *
He ran its length gently through his hands, remembering the many times he had envied Sherlock's scarves--the way he touched them, the many opportunities they got to caress his skin. Think you're hot stuff, huh, Scarf? Look at me now.
Ha! The only fic I have posted here on dreamwidth is based on the same idea, and it is even the same fandom! How clothes are close to their owners (and they have personality...hehe).
"I rather liked the way your eyes glazed over and your mouth went lax and gentle," he said. "The way you pulled involuntarily against the restraints, as if you were savoring the way they held you in place,"
Wow, that is such a turn on how quickly John is getting into his headspace.
"This is exactly why we have a safeword, John."
I remembered just in time, too. :-)
On the laptop: "Go back upstairs." On the violin, blocking the strings: "You've abandoned John." On the seat of Sherlock's chair: "Go back." On the refrigerator door: "Go back to John." Inside, on the jam jar: "John."
Oh God. The only thing I can say is: FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS FLAIL FLAIL
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Date: 2013-05-27 04:52 pm (UTC)Oh Sherlock. *sigh *
"No? But...it turns you on. You're turned on now."
"But you better believe I'll mind if you go flitting off in a moment of inspiration and leave me trussed up like a Christmas goose."
Not an unreasonable assumption.
I trust you with my life, just--"
"--Just not with your wellbeing and happiness," Sherlock finished.
This is eerily similar to superhero canon, isn't it? They trust each other with their lives all the time but personal lives are an entirely different matter. Hmm I think a lot of Bruce/Clark fics revolve around establishing that second, more important trust (more important for a romantic relationship anyway). He, it is actually fun comparing these two fandoms since what Sherlock does seems like something extraordinary/super for everyone else.
Sherlock leaned over to look at it and John involuntarily shielded it from him with his hand. Sherlock shot him a look. "Sharing this information is rather the point, John."
I feel so much sympathetic pain for John here. Writing this stuff down can't be easy (though it's probably easier than saying it out loud)
"--Right. Uh." John looked at the paper, his mind racing in unseemly ways.
Oh God, and doing this while Sherlock is watching... I am squiriming here.
"Anderson," they both said together, and burst out laughing.
*falls off the chair laughing*
That decided, John started making his list, trying to keep his writing steady as Sherlock leaned over his shoulder and murmured things like "Oh, I hadn't thought of that, and you know that's saying something,"
Kink. I has it. Sherlock's voice in my ear, *liquefies *
He ran its length gently through his hands, remembering the many times he had envied Sherlock's scarves--the way he touched them, the many opportunities they got to caress his skin. Think you're hot stuff, huh, Scarf? Look at me now.
Ha! The only fic I have posted here on dreamwidth is based on the same idea, and it is even the same fandom! How clothes are close to their owners (and they have personality...hehe).
"I rather liked the way your eyes glazed over and your mouth went lax and gentle," he said. "The way you pulled involuntarily against the restraints, as if you were savoring the way they held you in place,"
Wow, that is such a turn on how quickly John is getting into his headspace.
"This is exactly why we have a safeword, John."
I remembered just in time, too. :-)
On the laptop: "Go back upstairs." On the violin, blocking the strings: "You've abandoned John." On the seat of Sherlock's chair: "Go back." On the refrigerator door: "Go back to John." Inside, on the jam jar: "John."
Oh God. The only thing I can say is: FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS FLAIL FLAIL