Money's Worth 5/5rosietwiggsOctober 10 2010, 23:14:09 UTC
“Number #17. Ah, the Inkblot Test. Here, again, I was forced to guess. More deduction, really, though, based on what I know of your thought process.”
John nodded. “All right. What did you guess?”
“A mask.” Sherlock sounded sure. Not at all like when he’d had to guess where John would want to go out. It was odd how the man’s brain worked. And he was right.
Sherlock clicked and they moved on.
“Which foods do you prefer?”
“Spicy!” they both said at the same time, and John chuckled while Sherlock contented himself with looking slightly amused.
“Speaking of which,” John said, looking around him for his phone.
“I already ordered,” Sherlock declared, holding up his iphone.
John frowned. “What? When? I don’t remember you-“
“You were still on the floor muttering ‘Oh god, oh god,’ with the odd ‘holy fuck’ tossed in in-between. I think it took you about two minutes until you were cognizant of anything, really.” Sherlock was grinning like a Cheshire. John groaned, hiding his face in Sherlock’s shoulder.
He felt Sherlock’s chest rumble as he read off the next question.
“What do you usually do after sex?” Sherlock shifted his weight so that John was leaning more comfortably into him. He laughed, the sound reverberating from deep inside. “Snuggle/Spoon, clearly.”
“Last question. What matters most in your partner?”
John shifted so that he could see the screen. Sherlock was peering down at him,his lips turned ever so slightly into a small frown, the mouse arrow hovering over “Sexual Attraction”.
John shook his head. “Personality, Sherlock. Don’t misunderstand me, you’re,” John tried to find the words to properly describe Sherlock’s body, but all he could come up with was a low grunt that came from deep in his throat. “But at the end of the day, I could never be with you if you weren’t you. Does that make any sense?”
Sherlock nodded. He looked oddly touched as clicked the screen.
The screen read, ‘Congratulations! You're worth MORE in bed than the average person taking this quiz!’
John was apparently worth $1,117 dollars an hour in bed.
Sherlock smirked. “I knew it! I knew I couldn’t possibly have scored higher than you!”
John sighed. “You know this is absolute rubbish, don’t you, Sherlock? And as for me scoring higher than you- who was the one muttering, ‘Oh god, holy fuck,’ a few minutes ago?”
“John, come on. You make my brain turn off. Nothing else even comes close.”
John didn’t really know what to say to that. All in all, though, it was an amusing little quiz.
Sherlock slid his hand up in-between John’s legs, rubbing against his thigh. “Now that we know just how much you should be charging John, I have to say,” his knuckles just barely brushed against John’s cock, causing it to twitch in response, “I want to make sure I get my money’s worth.”
John closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to stay under control. “That’s fine,” he said, feeling himself grow hard again. “But this time,” he opened his eyes and grabbed Sherlock’s wrist in an iron grip, “you’ll be the one screaming as I make you come.” Sherlock’s eyes widened and John stood, pulling his extremely lucky lover after him by the waistband of his pants.
Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Too fun for words!!!
EEEEEEEEEEE! I'm so happy you filled it! I thought it'd never... and now you... and! Guh! Your Sherlock and John are so cute together. And that couple-y test-taking. HEEEE. Thank you so much for filling this! <3
John nodded. “All right. What did you guess?”
“A mask.” Sherlock sounded sure. Not at all like when he’d had to guess where John would want to go out. It was odd how the man’s brain worked. And he was right.
Sherlock clicked and they moved on.
“Which foods do you prefer?”
“Spicy!” they both said at the same time, and John chuckled while Sherlock contented himself with looking slightly amused.
“Speaking of which,” John said, looking around him for his phone.
“I already ordered,” Sherlock declared, holding up his iphone.
John frowned. “What? When? I don’t remember you-“
“You were still on the floor muttering ‘Oh god, oh god,’ with the odd ‘holy fuck’ tossed in in-between. I think it took you about two minutes until you were cognizant of anything, really.” Sherlock was grinning like a Cheshire.
John groaned, hiding his face in Sherlock’s shoulder.
He felt Sherlock’s chest rumble as he read off the next question.
“What do you usually do after sex?” Sherlock shifted his weight so that John was leaning more comfortably into him. He laughed, the sound reverberating from deep inside. “Snuggle/Spoon, clearly.”
“Last question. What matters most in your partner?”
John shifted so that he could see the screen. Sherlock was peering down at him,his lips turned ever so slightly into a small frown, the mouse arrow hovering over “Sexual Attraction”.
John shook his head. “Personality, Sherlock. Don’t misunderstand me, you’re,” John tried to find the words to properly describe Sherlock’s body, but all he could come up with was a low grunt that came from deep in his throat. “But at the end of the day, I could never be with you if you weren’t you. Does that make any sense?”
Sherlock nodded. He looked oddly touched as clicked the screen.
The screen read, ‘Congratulations! You're worth MORE in bed than the average person taking this quiz!’
John was apparently worth $1,117 dollars an hour in bed.
Sherlock smirked. “I knew it! I knew I couldn’t possibly have scored higher than you!”
John sighed. “You know this is absolute rubbish, don’t you, Sherlock? And as for me scoring higher than you- who was the one muttering, ‘Oh god, holy fuck,’ a few minutes ago?”
“John, come on. You make my brain turn off. Nothing else even comes close.”
John didn’t really know what to say to that. All in all, though, it was an amusing little quiz.
Sherlock slid his hand up in-between John’s legs, rubbing against his thigh. “Now that we know just how much you should be charging John, I have to say,” his knuckles just barely brushed against John’s cock, causing it to twitch in response, “I want to make sure I get my money’s worth.”
John closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to stay under control. “That’s fine,” he said, feeling himself grow hard again. “But this time,” he opened his eyes and grabbed Sherlock’s wrist in an iron grip, “you’ll be the one screaming as I make you come.” Sherlock’s eyes widened and John stood, pulling his extremely lucky lover after him by the waistband of his pants.
Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Too fun for words!!!
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I wonder... Did anyone pick up on the very slight reference I made to all the people here at the kink meme?
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EXCUSE ME WHILE I FLAIL IN EVERY GENERAL DIRECTION.
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Thanks!
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