Fic Rec: No Knot Unties Itself
Title: No Knot Unties Itself
Author: cleflink
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade/John
Length: 3800 words
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Light BDSM
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John's good at untying knots. Lestrade finds out where he gets all the practice.
Reccer's comments: This fic makes excellent use of the trope that John gets kidnapped quite often to put Lestrade on the scent of Sherlock and John’s fondness for rope bondage. From there, the reader is taken along with Lestrade on an unexpected introduction to the sexy version of tied-up John Watson. Characterizations here are great: Sherlock is dismissive and quick-witted, Lestrade is matter-of-fact and game for anything, and John is turned on by danger. A very hot and enjoyable romp.
Excerpt:
"How did you get so good at this anyway?" Lestrade asked, part idle chitchat and mainly legitimate curiosity. "Getting out of ropes and handcuffs, I mean."
"Sherlock makes sure I get a lot of practice," John said, with an oddly cheeky grin.
Lestrade nodded. "I suppose he does at that. You might want to try not letting him get you kidnapped so often."
"Quite possibly." There was amusement lingering around the edges of John's eyes, like he was enjoying a joke that Lestrade wasn't privy to. He scratched absently at the blood on his face, careless of the way the slide of his shirt cuff put the raw chafing on his wrists in sharp relief.
And, well, it would have taken a better man than Lestrade not to find the sight of proper, unassuming John Watson looking disheveled and bright-eyed with the red crisscross of rope burns marring his skin more than a little appealing.
John's expression shifted, turning vaguely quizzical, and Lestrade belatedly realized he was staring. He forced himself to look away from the edges of damage peeking beyond the cuffs of John's jacket, only to find Sherlock watching the pair of them with his 'deducting face' on. Lestrade hurriedly arranged his face into something neutral, hoping desperately - but without much expectation - that all of his thoughts about how he'd like to see how far those new bruises went and what they looked like against John's skin weren't immediately obvious to Sherlock.
Read it on AO3 or on LJ
Author: cleflink
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade/John
Length: 3800 words
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Light BDSM
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John's good at untying knots. Lestrade finds out where he gets all the practice.
Reccer's comments: This fic makes excellent use of the trope that John gets kidnapped quite often to put Lestrade on the scent of Sherlock and John’s fondness for rope bondage. From there, the reader is taken along with Lestrade on an unexpected introduction to the sexy version of tied-up John Watson. Characterizations here are great: Sherlock is dismissive and quick-witted, Lestrade is matter-of-fact and game for anything, and John is turned on by danger. A very hot and enjoyable romp.
Excerpt:
"How did you get so good at this anyway?" Lestrade asked, part idle chitchat and mainly legitimate curiosity. "Getting out of ropes and handcuffs, I mean."
"Sherlock makes sure I get a lot of practice," John said, with an oddly cheeky grin.
Lestrade nodded. "I suppose he does at that. You might want to try not letting him get you kidnapped so often."
"Quite possibly." There was amusement lingering around the edges of John's eyes, like he was enjoying a joke that Lestrade wasn't privy to. He scratched absently at the blood on his face, careless of the way the slide of his shirt cuff put the raw chafing on his wrists in sharp relief.
And, well, it would have taken a better man than Lestrade not to find the sight of proper, unassuming John Watson looking disheveled and bright-eyed with the red crisscross of rope burns marring his skin more than a little appealing.
John's expression shifted, turning vaguely quizzical, and Lestrade belatedly realized he was staring. He forced himself to look away from the edges of damage peeking beyond the cuffs of John's jacket, only to find Sherlock watching the pair of them with his 'deducting face' on. Lestrade hurriedly arranged his face into something neutral, hoping desperately - but without much expectation - that all of his thoughts about how he'd like to see how far those new bruises went and what they looked like against John's skin weren't immediately obvious to Sherlock.
Read it on AO3 or on LJ