Series Rec: HOT DOLPHIN SEX
Title: HOT DOLPHIN SEX, Series
Author:
cwb
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 47,493 words in 2 parts
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Character death (not John or Sherlock)
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: None provided for the series. Summary for part 1:
What's next on the sex holiday agenda? Bingo or shuffleboard? SH
You don't want to know.
Now you have to tell me. SH
Reccer's comments: This fic hits so many of my buttons: series 3 fix-it, travel, casefic, misunderstandings leading to realizations and declarations, first time, unexperienced!Sherlock, BAMF!John, humor mixed with feels, lists, and hot sex.
I especially love passages like this, where things start bordering on the ridiculous only to make an abrupt about-face into tenderness:
“Remind me sometime to tell you about the dreams I had about dolphins when you first came down here. Assassin dolphins.”
“Assassin dolphins?”
“Sniper dolphins, and they could walk.”
“Clearly. Come on, you. I think I can walk now, too.”
“Excellent. Let's get you back into bed, where you belong.”
Behind them the storm clouds roll in, heavy and black with rain, spiking lightening into the growing waves. The first drops catch up with them as they clear the beach and start running for cover. By the time they reach the lobby they're soaked through, laughing and panting. John stretches up to kiss the rainwater off Sherlock's lips, and they head back to the suite, where they spend the entire afternoon in front of the terrace's open french doors, stretched out on the pillows that Sherlock keeps tossing on the floor. They watch the rain pour down, and the lightening strike, and the clouds roll through, and they make-out like teenagers who simply cannot get enough, because they're allowed to.
Sherlock's musings on John's 'aggressive cock' alone are worth a rec. Fair warning, the fic isn't precisely kind to Mary and treats her as an expendable.
Author:
cwb
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 47,493 words in 2 parts
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Character death (not John or Sherlock)
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: None provided for the series. Summary for part 1:
What's next on the sex holiday agenda? Bingo or shuffleboard? SH
You don't want to know.
Now you have to tell me. SH
Reccer's comments: This fic hits so many of my buttons: series 3 fix-it, travel, casefic, misunderstandings leading to realizations and declarations, first time, unexperienced!Sherlock, BAMF!John, humor mixed with feels, lists, and hot sex.
I especially love passages like this, where things start bordering on the ridiculous only to make an abrupt about-face into tenderness:
“Remind me sometime to tell you about the dreams I had about dolphins when you first came down here. Assassin dolphins.”
“Assassin dolphins?”
“Sniper dolphins, and they could walk.”
“Clearly. Come on, you. I think I can walk now, too.”
“Excellent. Let's get you back into bed, where you belong.”
Behind them the storm clouds roll in, heavy and black with rain, spiking lightening into the growing waves. The first drops catch up with them as they clear the beach and start running for cover. By the time they reach the lobby they're soaked through, laughing and panting. John stretches up to kiss the rainwater off Sherlock's lips, and they head back to the suite, where they spend the entire afternoon in front of the terrace's open french doors, stretched out on the pillows that Sherlock keeps tossing on the floor. They watch the rain pour down, and the lightening strike, and the clouds roll through, and they make-out like teenagers who simply cannot get enough, because they're allowed to.
Sherlock's musings on John's 'aggressive cock' alone are worth a rec. Fair warning, the fic isn't precisely kind to Mary and treats her as an expendable.