[fic]Opportunities
Title: Opportunities
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 223
Pairing: Watson/Holmes
A/N: Movieverse! God, this popped up into my head while seeing the movie. Prompt from the 100 theme challenge.
10. Opportunities
Watson should not have been surprised. He knew how utterly depraved Holmes could be, but this was different. He was utterly drunk, and Watson wouldn’t be surprised to find him drugged on some concoction he was working on, having failed to find their dog on which to initially test it. But the surprising note was how desperate he looked, and acted as he cornered Watson against a wall and proceeded to press their bodies together. And then Holmes was kissing him, tongue slipping in to dominate his mouth as he gasped in surprise. Then calloused hands were fumbling at the buttons of his coat, his vest, his shirt, till they slid over the hard planes of his abs, sliding down to his hips to steady them.
Holmes finally pulled back, letting them gasp for air as he grazed his teeth lightly down his neck down to his collarbone. Watson figured he was dreaming, he knew Holmes to be utterly smitten with the criminal Irene Adler, and had never even though to admit his feeling for the detective. But, Watson was not the sort to let such an opportunity pass him by. He’d reap the consequences later, surely, but for now he threw his caution to the wind and began to methodically remove Holmes’ (actually it was his clothes Holmes was wearing) rumpled clothing.
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 223
Pairing: Watson/Holmes
A/N: Movieverse! God, this popped up into my head while seeing the movie. Prompt from the 100 theme challenge.
10. Opportunities
Watson should not have been surprised. He knew how utterly depraved Holmes could be, but this was different. He was utterly drunk, and Watson wouldn’t be surprised to find him drugged on some concoction he was working on, having failed to find their dog on which to initially test it. But the surprising note was how desperate he looked, and acted as he cornered Watson against a wall and proceeded to press their bodies together. And then Holmes was kissing him, tongue slipping in to dominate his mouth as he gasped in surprise. Then calloused hands were fumbling at the buttons of his coat, his vest, his shirt, till they slid over the hard planes of his abs, sliding down to his hips to steady them.
Holmes finally pulled back, letting them gasp for air as he grazed his teeth lightly down his neck down to his collarbone. Watson figured he was dreaming, he knew Holmes to be utterly smitten with the criminal Irene Adler, and had never even though to admit his feeling for the detective. But, Watson was not the sort to let such an opportunity pass him by. He’d reap the consequences later, surely, but for now he threw his caution to the wind and began to methodically remove Holmes’ (actually it was his clothes Holmes was wearing) rumpled clothing.