Fic: Of Potions and Cats, Among Other Things
Title As Depravity Does (3/5)
Rating PG13
Fandom Sherlock Holmes
Characters Holmes, Watson, Irene
Pairing Holmes/Irene
Summery Not much, other than the obvious, has changed about life at 221B Baker Street. Irene makes that clear.
After two or three weeks of the odd affliction, Watson grew used to the sight of his slightly feline friend. Life hardly changed, though Holmes was now always careful to wear a bowler hat out in public and wear a long enough waist coat that he could wrap his tail about his waist without drawing too much attention to his furry belt. Other than those fine details, life carried on fairly normally at 221B Baker Street.
Minute changes in Holmes' behavior took place and the detective was much more affectionate and vocal about opinions on people, whether he quietly hissed and puffed up his tail or laid his ears back fondly for his favourite person (Watson, naturally). He was more social now, more curious than ever before, and more prone to random bouts of moodiness or cuddling than... well. Now that Watson really thought about it, Holmes was always rather cat-like. It was just a bit more emphasized now.
Except for the cuddling and the purring. Those were never Holmes' strong suits.
As it goes, Mrs. Hudson inevitably learned about Holmes' little experimental accident and Irene, predictably, knew all about it by the time she stopped by for another visit. The entire time Irene was over, Holmes' ears were flat back against his head, no matter how Irene charmed the man. The ears were the tell-all indication of how Holmes felt, even if he never used the words to say. Likewise, his tail puffed irritably whenever she spoke.
However, Watson noted that they did end up in bed together by the time she left. Curious thing, but he didn't question it. They were always like that.
But he did wonder how odd it must be to be in bed with a partially feline man. Not that Watson especially wondered what it was like to be in bed with a man or even Holmes for that matter, but it did pique his interest to see how Holmes' tail swished smugly when he emerged from his bedroom an hour and a half later.
Watson flipped through the newspaper and chose not to comment.
Irene left another hour later, bidding Watson her usual good-bye with an open-mouth kiss to his cheek, and to think that that mouth may or may not have been doing unspeakable things to his ca-Holmes. To Holmes, was unsettling.
"You didn't do anything," Watson asked five minutes after Ms. Addler had left, "Depraved, did you?"
"You're already thinking that having intercourse with me in this state is depraved, so I have no idea what answer you're looking for," Holmes responded boredly, briefly licking the end of his tail to clean it. It was an odd habit he'd picked up.
"Cut that out, you're going to make yourself sick," Watson chided halfheartedly, but once again flipped his newspaper up to read.
Holmes merely hummed and licked the fur.
Rating PG13
Fandom Sherlock Holmes
Characters Holmes, Watson, Irene
Pairing Holmes/Irene
Summery Not much, other than the obvious, has changed about life at 221B Baker Street. Irene makes that clear.
After two or three weeks of the odd affliction, Watson grew used to the sight of his slightly feline friend. Life hardly changed, though Holmes was now always careful to wear a bowler hat out in public and wear a long enough waist coat that he could wrap his tail about his waist without drawing too much attention to his furry belt. Other than those fine details, life carried on fairly normally at 221B Baker Street.
Minute changes in Holmes' behavior took place and the detective was much more affectionate and vocal about opinions on people, whether he quietly hissed and puffed up his tail or laid his ears back fondly for his favourite person (Watson, naturally). He was more social now, more curious than ever before, and more prone to random bouts of moodiness or cuddling than... well. Now that Watson really thought about it, Holmes was always rather cat-like. It was just a bit more emphasized now.
Except for the cuddling and the purring. Those were never Holmes' strong suits.
As it goes, Mrs. Hudson inevitably learned about Holmes' little experimental accident and Irene, predictably, knew all about it by the time she stopped by for another visit. The entire time Irene was over, Holmes' ears were flat back against his head, no matter how Irene charmed the man. The ears were the tell-all indication of how Holmes felt, even if he never used the words to say. Likewise, his tail puffed irritably whenever she spoke.
However, Watson noted that they did end up in bed together by the time she left. Curious thing, but he didn't question it. They were always like that.
But he did wonder how odd it must be to be in bed with a partially feline man. Not that Watson especially wondered what it was like to be in bed with a man or even Holmes for that matter, but it did pique his interest to see how Holmes' tail swished smugly when he emerged from his bedroom an hour and a half later.
Watson flipped through the newspaper and chose not to comment.
Irene left another hour later, bidding Watson her usual good-bye with an open-mouth kiss to his cheek, and to think that that mouth may or may not have been doing unspeakable things to his ca-Holmes. To Holmes, was unsettling.
"You didn't do anything," Watson asked five minutes after Ms. Addler had left, "Depraved, did you?"
"You're already thinking that having intercourse with me in this state is depraved, so I have no idea what answer you're looking for," Holmes responded boredly, briefly licking the end of his tail to clean it. It was an odd habit he'd picked up.
"Cut that out, you're going to make yourself sick," Watson chided halfheartedly, but once again flipped his newspaper up to read.
Holmes merely hummed and licked the fur.