Idée Fixe
Title: Idée Fixe
Word Count: ~26,500 in 5 parts
Rating: R for awkward sexual situations, mostly non-explicit
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Warnings: Implications of emotional infidelity, possible hint of dub/con-i-ness but I see it more as reluctance and fear and Victorian morals than actual dub/con.
Disclaimer: I own nothing save my pride, as evidenced by my lack of a coffee maker, and the wonderful lumpy hand-me-down futon that I sarcastically refer to as my bed.
Summary: For a prompt on the kinkmeme that goes like this: Watson: "Mary! Help me with him!" He's calling this to her as he comes into their home dragging or carrying Holmes, who can be injured, sick, or - and this is my preference - having some sort of sensory-overload, sleep-deprived, malnourished-for-four-days, migraine-stricken, panic attack meltdown. (You like that? That is the clinical term for it, too.) Mary and Watson fall into the instant rhythm of doing whatever needs to be done for their collapsed lover, because this is the worst of a pattern of incidents with Holmes; they've been down this road. Oh, and eventually, this culminates in smoking, possessive, three-way sex. I'm not sure that I delivered on the "smoking" part, but mine is not to question why...
Please clickety click, and your screen view will flick, to my really long fic, now I'm done with my schtick.
Word Count: ~26,500 in 5 parts
Rating: R for awkward sexual situations, mostly non-explicit
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Warnings: Implications of emotional infidelity, possible hint of dub/con-i-ness but I see it more as reluctance and fear and Victorian morals than actual dub/con.
Disclaimer: I own nothing save my pride, as evidenced by my lack of a coffee maker, and the wonderful lumpy hand-me-down futon that I sarcastically refer to as my bed.
Summary: For a prompt on the kinkmeme that goes like this: Watson: "Mary! Help me with him!" He's calling this to her as he comes into their home dragging or carrying Holmes, who can be injured, sick, or - and this is my preference - having some sort of sensory-overload, sleep-deprived, malnourished-for-four-days, migraine-stricken, panic attack meltdown. (You like that? That is the clinical term for it, too.) Mary and Watson fall into the instant rhythm of doing whatever needs to be done for their collapsed lover, because this is the worst of a pattern of incidents with Holmes; they've been down this road. Oh, and eventually, this culminates in smoking, possessive, three-way sex. I'm not sure that I delivered on the "smoking" part, but mine is not to question why...
Please clickety click, and your screen view will flick, to my really long fic, now I'm done with my schtick.