Sherlock RP - R

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I've been Omegling for Sherlock RP. Found an awesome Sherlock tonight. :)

Question to discuss:
Would you rather do it with a friend or get into a relationship

Stranger: I don't see how those are different. -SH

You: You wouldn't. -JW

Stranger: No, explain it to me. This is how I learn. -SH

You: ... I didn't realize this was so complicated -JW

Stranger: What is complicated? -SH

You: Friendships vs Relationships -JW

You: Relationships are usually more complex, more emotions involved. It's easier to get hurt. -JW

Stranger: Well, it's not my area in the slightest....you are supposed to navigate me through this, John. -SH

Stranger: Messy, you mean. -SH



You: Well, yes. But that's part of being human. Not everything is cold logic. -JW

Stranger: Like me, you mean. -SH

You: I don't believe that you're cold. There's more to you than that. You just prefer to keep it to yourself. -JW

Stranger: Well, getting hurt doesn't exactly sound like fun. -SH

You: It's not. But it's a learning experience. -JW

You: And besides, you have to experience pain to understand just how good happiness and love can be. -JW

Stranger: But isn't a friendship a relationship? -SH

You: It's a... kind of relationship. But in this context, a relationship would mean something more along the lines of romantic love. -JW

Stranger: I still don't see the difference. -SH

You: You probably never will. -JW

Stranger: I only have one friend.- SH

Stranger: It's the only relationship I've ever known... -SH

You: That would make it difficult to compare. -JW

Stranger: I suppose it would, John. -SH

You: Sherlock? -JW

Stranger: I should....probably go. -SH

You: Wait... I wanted to tell you... -JW

Stranger: Take a walk or something... -SH

You: I'm glad that it's me. -JW

Stranger: I'm glad it's you too, John. I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else. -SH

Stranger: I guess...that's why it's never been anyone else. -SH

You: I guess so. -JW

Stranger: John... -SH

You: ...Yes? -JW

Stranger: Nevermind. -SH

You: Oh...-JW

Stranger: Maybe it's not....not the same thing. But I consider what we...what I mean is...I consider this...a relationship. -SH

You: I think I always have too. -JW

Stranger: I don't want anyone else, John. Not as a friend. Not as a colleague. Not as a flatmate. Not as...anything. -SH

Stranger: You fulfill all those roles. -SH

Stranger: Well, I guess....I consider you to fill all those roles. -SH

You: I... I'm honored, Sherlock. -JW

Stranger: And...if there was...No. I mean. If there was a role, that I didn't fill in your life, that you wanted me to fill...I would. -SH

Stranger: No, I'm not saying this right. -SH

You: What... are you saying? -JW

Stranger: I mean. Whatever you need, John. I am...here. -SH

You: I don't know what to say, Sherlock. But, I'll always be here for you, too. Just as you are for me. -JW

Stranger: Right. -SH

Stranger: I'll just...let you go. Don't forget to bring home tea. I guess we need milk as well. I think I'm going out. -SH

You: We can... go out together. If you'd like, I mean. -JW

Stranger: John, don't feel...obligated. I understand if you're not interested... -SH

You: I think you're misinterpreting me, Sherlock. I AM interested. Very much so. -JW

Stranger: Am I misinterpreting you, John? You know I have no basis for comparison. -SH

You: You are. I'm just. I don't have as much experience dealing with relationships as you might think. -JW

You: I'm not good at telling people how I feel. -JW

Stranger: How are you feeling, John? -SH

You: Do you know that feeling when every time you see someone you feel like your heart is about to burst right out of your chest? That when you're apart you count the seconds until you can see them again? And every time you think you have the courage to tell him how you feel, the words get stuck in your throat? That's how I'm feeling. -JW

You: That's how I've felt about you for a long time now. -JW

Stranger: My heart, which by the way was not even something I believe I possessed until I met you, beats faster whenever you are home, or in the back of a cab with me, or at a crime scene next to me. I hardly notice when we're not together because it seems so...off...to not have you constantly around. And I don't know how to tell you how I feel because I don't have words. Sure I could look up Shakespeare or Google some poet, but they wouldn't be my words, John. I don't know if I have those words in my vocabulary. But if I did... -SH

You: Yeah, it's a lot like that. The problem is the feeling is so immense that words alone can't describe it. Poets have spent lifetimes trying. That's why people chance the messy relationships. Because to not try would be unthinkable. -JW

Stranger: So what does this mean, John? Is not trying unacceptable to you? -SH

You: What I think I'm trying to say is that I would like to try... Something more than friendship. With you. -JW

Stranger: I think...what I'm trying to say...is that I feel, at least for me...I already see you that way. But, I would like...I always feel compelled....physically... -SH

Stranger: Is communication always this hard in these matters? -SH

Stranger: My brain seems to get all scrambled whenever I try and put it into words. -SH

You: Believe me, I understand. It's difficult when you feel so strongly and you're... unsure of what those feelings could mean. -JW

Stranger: But I am sure. Well, I am sure that it would work. It already does work, John. I can't imagine not having you with me...always. -SH

Stranger: But you were always interested in those women... -SH

Stranger: I didn't think I would interest you in that way, even though I was so certain it would be a perfect fit. -SH

You: They never meant anything to me, though, Sherlock. They were a... distraction. But if I were honest with myself, it's only been you. -JW

You: It's always been you. -JW

Stranger: My heart is doing that beating thing again. -SH

Stranger: It feels like it will never slow again. -SH

You: Mine hasn't stopped. Sherlock.. Do you think? -JW

You: No... Never mind...-JW

Stranger: John, tell me. -SH

You: Have you ever been kissed? -JW

Stranger: I never wanted too until that first night at Angelo's. I couldn't see the appeal. But then there was the candle light and you in that jumper and a serial killer....and it all just felt so right. I tried to deny it for ages, talk myself out of it....but I can't John. I haven't been kissed, but I want to be, but only if it's by you. -SH

You: Nothing like a serial killer to set the mood? But, you've always been different. Special. I'd like very much to kiss you right now, Sherlock. I feel like I've wanted to for the longest time. -JW

Stranger: Then why don't you? -SH

Stranger: Because there is no one...and I do mean no one, John...in this entire world for me, but you. -SH

You: Well, what the hell? We've already come this far. Come here. -JW

Stranger: -Sherlock leans forward, tentatively brushing his lips against John's.-

You: -John's breath catches in his throat at the sudden contact. He slides his fingers through Sherlock's hair, pulling him closer into the kiss.-

Stranger: John... [Sherlock exhales, his lips unsure but eager against John's.]

You: -John pulls back for a second, looking into Sherlock's face. His heart feels like it's going to beat right through his chest as he presses his lips to Sherlock's for a second, deeper kiss, his tongue brushing lightly over Sherlock's bottom lip.-

Stranger: -Sherlock is happy to let John lead the kiss. He places two unsteady hands on John's waist, holding him close. His skin is crawling with anticipation and he can hardly believe that this man in front of him is responsible for making him so much.- John...John... -Sherlock murmurs.-

You: -When Sherlock says his name, John can feel his pulse race. He had always wanted Sherlock to say his name like that. John leans into Sherlock, allowing Sherlock to pull him closer, the feeling of their bodies together like electric, making John moan low in his throat.-

Stranger: -Sherlock's hands glide over John's back, holding him in a tight embrace. He had always wanted to hold John, just wrap his arms around him and pull him tight. The fact that he can do that now, do that any time he wants, almost overwhelms him. His kiss becomes more urgent as he caresses John's tongue with his own.-

You: -John feels like he can't get close enough, and the way Sherlock's hands are moving over his body isn't making it easier. He has dreamed about this moment for so long that actually being here, kissing Sherlock, Sherlock returning the kiss, has left him falling to pieces in the other man's arms.-

Stranger: -Quickly gaining confidence, Sherlock takes John's bottom lip in between his own, sucking lightly. He moans against John's mouth, experiencing a whole new set of sensations he never knew existed. Unable to contain himself, Sherlock keeps running his hands all over John's back, his sides, his hips...Sherlock cannot get enough. He wants to feel John everywhere, touch him everywhere. -

You: God... Sherlock -John whispers, his voice breathless. He presses one palm against Sherlock's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over his ear as he pulls back long enough to look into Sherlock's face. His eyes are dark with need, his lips parted, inviting him back.-

Stranger: -Sherlock scans John's face, looking for an explanation. He can't figure out how it is possible to not collapse under the weight of all these new-found feelings, how it is possible to need another person so badly, and he can't begin to find the words to tell John just how thankful he is to be with him. Sherlock has never wanted something as badly as he wants the man staring back at him. He leans over and kisses John's cheek. Sherlock plants another kiss onto John's jaw before following his instinct and kissing John's neck.-

You: -John closes his eyes as Sherlock's mouth moves over his face and down his neck, the feathery brush of his lips sending chills through his body, pooling at the base of his spine. For someone who had never kissed or been kissed before, Sherlock definitely knew what felt good. John's fingers threaded through Sherlock's hair as his face pressed into his neck, another moan building in the back of his throat.- Sherlock...

Stranger: I want to taste you everywhere...-Sherlock murmured between kisses, unable to come up with anything more eloquent. He was struggling to keep his mind clear and focused when all he could think was John-John-John. His lips ghosted across John's throat...Sherlock's tongue darting out to sample the taste of John's skin, wanting to feel the texture there, needing to make John shiver as Sherlock applied the slightest bit of pressure.-

You: -John gasps at the feel of Sherlock's tongue on his skin, the words escaping his lips. He can't believe that Sherlock is there before him, kissing him and touching him like he had only dreamed. He had never believed that Sherlock would feel for him this way, would want him.- I want you. Only you...

Stranger: -Sherlock smiles with his lips pressed against John's neck so John can feel him smiling.- You're all I have ever wanted, John Watson -He whispers-

TO BE CONTINUED

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