Friday's Child...Whom They'll Forget To Bury
Who: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
When: Friday
Where: Suite 20A
Summary: Making it to Friday has been interesting and not without a lot of bruises
Rating: Could go to R
Warnings: Things tend to be emotional and suggestive...oh, and violent, obviously.
John was sure he'd be a sack of bruises and scars by now, but it wasn't too bad. The tape worked. They spent their days rooms apart, taking turns walking the dog, spending time in the bathroom -- John started insisting going in there first -- or watching the nature shows on the television, reading the network feeds and so forth. At night, they stayed close, but safe, hands kept apart so neither could attack the other. Of course, after that first morning, John did his best not to sleep too close to Sherlock, but he was an unfortunate sleep-time snuggler.
Friday morning was like the last two. John jumped up out of bed after contemplating chewing on Sherlock and rushed to the knife to cut himself free. He showered, he shaved, he thought about going in to shave Sherlock's skin off of his abdomen, and then he took Hazard out.
With Sherlock in the bathroom when he got back, John leaned against the door. "Harry's not answering his communicator." And Kenzi didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore. "And-- You'd better wash the bloody tub when you're done in there!" Now Sherlock was just doing it to make him feel uncomfortable!
When: Friday
Where: Suite 20A
Summary: Making it to Friday has been interesting and not without a lot of bruises
Rating: Could go to R
Warnings: Things tend to be emotional and suggestive...oh, and violent, obviously.
John was sure he'd be a sack of bruises and scars by now, but it wasn't too bad. The tape worked. They spent their days rooms apart, taking turns walking the dog, spending time in the bathroom -- John started insisting going in there first -- or watching the nature shows on the television, reading the network feeds and so forth. At night, they stayed close, but safe, hands kept apart so neither could attack the other. Of course, after that first morning, John did his best not to sleep too close to Sherlock, but he was an unfortunate sleep-time snuggler.
Friday morning was like the last two. John jumped up out of bed after contemplating chewing on Sherlock and rushed to the knife to cut himself free. He showered, he shaved, he thought about going in to shave Sherlock's skin off of his abdomen, and then he took Hazard out.
With Sherlock in the bathroom when he got back, John leaned against the door. "Harry's not answering his communicator." And Kenzi didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore. "And-- You'd better wash the bloody tub when you're done in there!" Now Sherlock was just doing it to make him feel uncomfortable!