A short-short for how2lol
Word prompted:
He'd never minded his height, not really.
Until he met Sherlock Holmes.
Or more specifically, met Sherlock Holmes halfway between the door and the bed.
Gazing upward at that faintly-smiling face, he wondered if he were thinking the same thing, how in the bloody blue hell was this going to work?
And of course he was, he could read the older man like a well-worn book, he would have seen the thoughts passing behind his passion-hazed eyes even as they occured to him.
And still he smiled.
A hand was offered, all pale skin and prominant knuckles, the webbing between his fingers soft as the flesh of a child and nearly as translucient.
Accepting, the doctor allowed himself to be led slowly backwards, swallowing heavily at the clear gleam of intent in the younger man's strange eyes. Before he could give voice to his worries, the detective smiled that smile, the one that made every inch of him flush with carnal awareness, pulling him in for a kiss that tasted of debauchery and black roses.
"I hardly think it will matter, once I'm on my knees."
The low statement only redoubled his eagerness, and he granted a weak smile in return. "You've deduced that from the facts at hand..?
The brunette laughed softly, turning word to action. "Oh, it's a legitimate concern.. I'd hate to restrict the possibilities so soon, wouldn't you?"
And as he lifted one leg with obvious intent, the blond was reminded again that this man was, in fact, brilliant.
Hee.. She was pleased.
He'd never minded his height, not really.
Until he met Sherlock Holmes.
Or more specifically, met Sherlock Holmes halfway between the door and the bed.
Gazing upward at that faintly-smiling face, he wondered if he were thinking the same thing, how in the bloody blue hell was this going to work?
And of course he was, he could read the older man like a well-worn book, he would have seen the thoughts passing behind his passion-hazed eyes even as they occured to him.
And still he smiled.
A hand was offered, all pale skin and prominant knuckles, the webbing between his fingers soft as the flesh of a child and nearly as translucient.
Accepting, the doctor allowed himself to be led slowly backwards, swallowing heavily at the clear gleam of intent in the younger man's strange eyes. Before he could give voice to his worries, the detective smiled that smile, the one that made every inch of him flush with carnal awareness, pulling him in for a kiss that tasted of debauchery and black roses.
"I hardly think it will matter, once I'm on my knees."
The low statement only redoubled his eagerness, and he granted a weak smile in return. "You've deduced that from the facts at hand..?
The brunette laughed softly, turning word to action. "Oh, it's a legitimate concern.. I'd hate to restrict the possibilities so soon, wouldn't you?"
And as he lifted one leg with obvious intent, the blond was reminded again that this man was, in fact, brilliant.
Hee.. She was pleased.