Aug 28, 2010 21:35
torchwood,
english,
vampire diaries,
meme,
merlin,
white collar,
lost,
leverage,
just for the fun/juste pour s'amuser,
sherlock,
tv,
being human,
psych,
doctor who,
i signed up for things/inscription,
the internet is for porn,
supernatural,
writing/écriture
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There are organs on the third shelf of the fridge again. The third shelf is not for organs and miscellaneous experiments.
They've talked about this.
John swears under his breath and follows the sound of irritated muttering all the way to the bathroom.
He pushes the door open with a hand, an argument for how this is totally unacceptable already in the back of his throat.
There's a wet towel on the floor.
There's a wet towel on the floor and Sherlock is completely naked.
John comes to an unsteady stop just inside the door.
Sherlock's turned away from him, rifling through one of the cupboards. He's an impossible stretch of long, pale lines and angles, unexpected curves of muscle, wrists almost delicate on the end of arms that are just a fraction too long.
The line of his back seems to go on forever.
John tells himself to get the hell out of the bathroom.
To get the hell out of the bathroom now.
Sherlock's hair is still wet, it curls darkly at the back of his neck, water trailing out of it and down his spine, unevenly following the dip of every vertebrae. Until it rolls over the curve of -
John really shouldn't be looking. But he can't move and he knows this isn't even close to simple curiousity now. This is - Jesus - he's staring and he knows it. Skin suddenly too hot, blood strangely loud in his ears.
He's distantly aware that if he stays here much longer Sherlock is going to turn around. But John can't quite make his feet move, and he's still looking at the curve of Sherlock's arse. The impossible length of his legs. The way water droplets still cling to his skin in a way that's suddenly the most fucking fascinating thing he's ever seen. It's far too late to pretend he's not reacting to it, to any of it.
He thinks he makes some sort of noise - looks up.
Sherlock's watching him in the mirror, and John doesn't have the faintest idea how long the other man's been aware of him, or how long he's been staring at him.
John manages a hoarse, fractured 'sorry' and steps out of the room backwards, dragging the door shut behind him.
He stumbles his way back to the kitchen, realises absently that he'd left the fridge door open, doesn't even care.
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(but jt does end far too quickly ;))
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This is absolutely awesome! Thank you for the very very nice mental images you just gave me. You're the best! ♥
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LMAO! Oh god, you know me far too well.
I'm glad you liked it, the world needs more naked!Sherlock.
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I approve of naked!Sherlock greatly. *nods wisely*
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Why is there not more naked!Sherlock, why?
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The Internet is working on it, I'm sure! :)
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