Fanfic Rec | He's Mad That Trusts in the Tameness of a Wolf, by cyerus
Title: He's Mad That Trusts in the Tameness of a Wolf
Author: cyerus
Pairing: Irene Adler/John Watson
Length: 2316
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-con
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: Dr John Watson. Moriarty calls him the Puppy. Irene wants to play with him.
Reccer's comments: This is a pairing you don't see often - I wish there was more Irene in this fandom. I love how Irene and John both show their dangerous side here. A dark, interesting fic.
[Here’s an excerpt]Excerpt: He ignores her and pulls his trousers on, wincing slightly. It's only when he's fully-clothed, hideous jumper and all, that he speaks for the first time. "The mobile?"
"I'll have it sent to you."
"And I should just take you at your word?"
Irene waves a hand from where she's reclining on the bed. "You don't have any other choice."
He takes a deep, shuddering breath. Slowly, deliberately, he stalks towards her and reaches for her face. Irene wonders if he's going to hit her. But no, he grasps her chin with the tips of his fingers, as light and careful as a lover. He brings his head alongside hers, lips brushing her ear.
His voice is a soft rumble, almost seductive. "If I see you again, if you try to harm Sherlock in any way, I will kill you."
"Always the faithful pet." Irene tilts her head back, exposing her neck. Dangerous to do so, with his teeth and hands so near. Perhaps he can see her pulse in her neck, fluttering like a trapped moth. "He doesn't deserve you."
Author: cyerus
Pairing: Irene Adler/John Watson
Length: 2316
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-con
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: Dr John Watson. Moriarty calls him the Puppy. Irene wants to play with him.
Reccer's comments: This is a pairing you don't see often - I wish there was more Irene in this fandom. I love how Irene and John both show their dangerous side here. A dark, interesting fic.
[Here’s an excerpt]Excerpt: He ignores her and pulls his trousers on, wincing slightly. It's only when he's fully-clothed, hideous jumper and all, that he speaks for the first time. "The mobile?"
"I'll have it sent to you."
"And I should just take you at your word?"
Irene waves a hand from where she's reclining on the bed. "You don't have any other choice."
He takes a deep, shuddering breath. Slowly, deliberately, he stalks towards her and reaches for her face. Irene wonders if he's going to hit her. But no, he grasps her chin with the tips of his fingers, as light and careful as a lover. He brings his head alongside hers, lips brushing her ear.
His voice is a soft rumble, almost seductive. "If I see you again, if you try to harm Sherlock in any way, I will kill you."
"Always the faithful pet." Irene tilts her head back, exposing her neck. Dangerous to do so, with his teeth and hands so near. Perhaps he can see her pulse in her neck, fluttering like a trapped moth. "He doesn't deserve you."