Prompting Part XXVII
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His kink has been indulged, his long-standing fantasy has been made a reality, and now it’s the end. Yes, he’s happy, but he also feels a little bereft. Probably sub-drop. They know how to deal with that.
“I’m going to remove all the straps from you, now, John. I’ll start with the ankle restraints,” Sherlock says softly, his hand on John’s head.
“All right, Sherlock,” John replies.
Sherlock works slowly and carefully, pushing John’s still fairly boneless legs back together. The wrist restraints are next, and he rubs life back into John’s freed arms. Finally, the straps across his chest are unbuckled. Sherlock tips the table flat again, and pushes the trolley away.
He looks down at John. “I’m going to go and change. How are your legs? Will you be able to stand, when I return?”
Oh, yes, he had to walk back to the other room in the suite to get dressed again, didn’t he?
“Yes, I think the life will be back in them, soon.”
“Very well. I’ll see you shortly, then.”
Sherlock leans down, and kissed him, briefly slipping his tongue between John’s lips. He moves away too quickly, and John has to listen to him leave. A few minutes later, he’s back, wearing his shirt, suit and coat. And no make-up. Sherlock helps John to sit up, then stand. John pulls him down for a kiss, and slips his tongue into Sherlock’s mouth.
When they need to break for air, John places his hands on either side of Sherlock’s head, and says, “Thank you very much for indulging me, Sherlock Holmes, you beautiful, bloody clever man.”
“Thank you for being so very not boring with you sexual fantasy, John Watson, you beautiful, clever man.”
Then they’re giggling, but that stops when Sherlock pulls John into the embrace he needs. They’re still for a few minutes, just breathing. John eventually eases away, and walks to the other room. While he gets dressed, he has more time to think, to come back to himself. Will Sherlock let him read what he wrote? Or did he write it in some impenetrable code? John knows one thing, though, he’s recording this for himself, making it an addition to the document he sent to Sherlock. He’ll email him that, too. They both loved this, and they will have to do it again, at some point. Not too soon, though. It was exactly what he wanted, and therefore rather intense.
John pulls his coat on, then heads back to Sherlock. “All right?” he asks, finding him sitting on the table.
“Yes,” Sherlock says, rising. “Shall we go home?”
“Yeah. Let’s go home.”
-end-
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Thank you so much for doing this. This was lovely and sweet and I enjoyed reading it so very much. Thank you for the fill! :)
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