fic: I Know It's You
Title: I Know It's You
Writer: fanbot
Words: 263
Warnings: slash John/Sherlock, fluff
Rated: R
No spoilers
Sherlock looked up at his blond lover as he moved over him and in him. He enjoyed the desire and pleasure clearly displayed on John’s face. He loved the way his features smoothed and lines vanished from is too-often stressed face.
John’s lips parted and Sherlock darted his head up to kiss them. John drew in a sharp breath and continued his steady pace.
“Love?” Sherlock asked softly.
“Mmmm?” Was all he got in reply.
“Why are your eyes closed, John? Pretending it’s not me?”
John faltered, chuckled, then found his pace again, still not opening his eyes. “God no, Sherlock,” he breathed.
Sherlock watched his lover move for a minute more. “Then what?”
John paused and bit his lip. Then his words flowed like his body. “I could never not know it was you, my love. Even if I was ever cursed to not want to. Your scent, your touch, your body. The sound when you breathe. The little giggle you make sometimes. Are so much a part of me.”
“I don’t giggle,” Sherlock said.
"Sure." John chuckled again and dipped his head down to Sherlock’s neck. “And the feel of your presence.”
“Then why are your eyes closed?” Sherlock asked, gently prying.
“Because. Because if I open my eyes and see the beauty, the reality, that is you underneath me, this moment’s going to end.”
Sherlock smiled, unseen, at his lover before reaching down and touching John in the way he loved best.
John’s eyes shot open and the moment ended, only to be followed by another one just as wonderful.
Writer: fanbot
Words: 263
Warnings: slash John/Sherlock, fluff
Rated: R
No spoilers
Sherlock looked up at his blond lover as he moved over him and in him. He enjoyed the desire and pleasure clearly displayed on John’s face. He loved the way his features smoothed and lines vanished from is too-often stressed face.
John’s lips parted and Sherlock darted his head up to kiss them. John drew in a sharp breath and continued his steady pace.
“Love?” Sherlock asked softly.
“Mmmm?” Was all he got in reply.
“Why are your eyes closed, John? Pretending it’s not me?”
John faltered, chuckled, then found his pace again, still not opening his eyes. “God no, Sherlock,” he breathed.
Sherlock watched his lover move for a minute more. “Then what?”
John paused and bit his lip. Then his words flowed like his body. “I could never not know it was you, my love. Even if I was ever cursed to not want to. Your scent, your touch, your body. The sound when you breathe. The little giggle you make sometimes. Are so much a part of me.”
“I don’t giggle,” Sherlock said.
"Sure." John chuckled again and dipped his head down to Sherlock’s neck. “And the feel of your presence.”
“Then why are your eyes closed?” Sherlock asked, gently prying.
“Because. Because if I open my eyes and see the beauty, the reality, that is you underneath me, this moment’s going to end.”
Sherlock smiled, unseen, at his lover before reaching down and touching John in the way he loved best.
John’s eyes shot open and the moment ended, only to be followed by another one just as wonderful.