Fic Rec: Decorum
Title: Decorum
Author: loveslashangst
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 9,238
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None listed
Verse: Books (NORW)
Author's summary: A gentleman knows how to behave in public. The only thing “stiff” should be his upper lip. Fortunately, Holmes is only a gentleman when it suits him.
Reccer's comments: The writing in this fic. The writing. It blows you away. Beautiful, evocative, downright literary. The reading of it is sheer pleasure. And the subject? A confused, doubting Holmes trying to deduce the reason behind the sudden disinterest of his Watson? Brilliant. Absolutely gut wrenching. And, dude. The porn. Spot on and mind-numbingly good. So yeah. This fic has it all. Amazing writing, powerful emotional resonance, and pantie-vaporizing smut. Go read it now, there is nothing more important you could be doing.
Snippet: Emotion has never been my ally. At its best, it serves as a guidepost to the worst of man’s inhumanity to his fellow creatures, and as such -- and only as such -- is it of interest to me. I study emotion as I study any other detail; it is something to be catalogued, analyzed, and relegated to its proper place. Nothing more.
Until lately, I had assumed that you comprehended this quirk of my personality, as you comprehend so many other things about me. You know it is not in my nature to make social calls. You know I have no more dealings with the fair sex than are strictly required in the course of an investigation. You are all too aware how quickly the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of the solution can fade into the tedium of the daily routine. Only my experiments, my monographs, and the relief of the needle can sustain me through that dreary, grey march of hours until the next worthwhile case tests my powers of observation and deduction.
So how did such an antisocial curmudgeon as I come to deserve the company of such a warm and forgiving soul as you?
I haven’t the faintest. Perhaps it is a jest at my expense.
And of late, the jest has lost its humour.
Author: loveslashangst
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 9,238
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None listed
Verse: Books (NORW)
Author's summary: A gentleman knows how to behave in public. The only thing “stiff” should be his upper lip. Fortunately, Holmes is only a gentleman when it suits him.
Reccer's comments: The writing in this fic. The writing. It blows you away. Beautiful, evocative, downright literary. The reading of it is sheer pleasure. And the subject? A confused, doubting Holmes trying to deduce the reason behind the sudden disinterest of his Watson? Brilliant. Absolutely gut wrenching. And, dude. The porn. Spot on and mind-numbingly good. So yeah. This fic has it all. Amazing writing, powerful emotional resonance, and pantie-vaporizing smut. Go read it now, there is nothing more important you could be doing.
Snippet: Emotion has never been my ally. At its best, it serves as a guidepost to the worst of man’s inhumanity to his fellow creatures, and as such -- and only as such -- is it of interest to me. I study emotion as I study any other detail; it is something to be catalogued, analyzed, and relegated to its proper place. Nothing more.
Until lately, I had assumed that you comprehended this quirk of my personality, as you comprehend so many other things about me. You know it is not in my nature to make social calls. You know I have no more dealings with the fair sex than are strictly required in the course of an investigation. You are all too aware how quickly the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of the solution can fade into the tedium of the daily routine. Only my experiments, my monographs, and the relief of the needle can sustain me through that dreary, grey march of hours until the next worthwhile case tests my powers of observation and deduction.
So how did such an antisocial curmudgeon as I come to deserve the company of such a warm and forgiving soul as you?
I haven’t the faintest. Perhaps it is a jest at my expense.
And of late, the jest has lost its humour.