Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4
anonymous
October 27 2010, 13:37:26 UTC
Since meeting Sherlock Holmes, John's had a proper education in a great many things. The expected murders, mayhem, and also the many varying pained expressions Scotland Yard inspectors are capable of producing when their consulting detectives are feeling particularly ill-tempered that day. Learned so many things, really, and not the least of which is that, somewhere along the line, they've been the making of one another.
He'd felt it happening, of course. Known that she was going to change everything practically from the start. (Of course, Mycroft and that serial killing cabbie might've been a bit of a clue) He'd felt him drawing him into her world, remaking him in the process, but he hadn't seen this and he can now. See that he's changed her as much as she has him.
It might be the heights of hubris, but he'd like to think so. He certainly can't picture the Sherlock of that first day like she is now. Sprawled across his bed, legs open and ready for him, eyes watching with equal parts arousal and impatience.
"Really, John," she says, just a hint of annoyance colouring her voice, "it's just a vagina. Quite a few of them exactly like it all over London."
He can't help laughing, ducking his head to try and hide it (as if he might actually hide anything from her) but she snorts and nudges him none-too-gently with her foot. "Honestly, Sherlock, I think I might be permitted a moment to let the moment settle in. This is not where I thought to be spending my evening."
"You are in bed," she says, petulant. "You are precisely where you thought to be spending your evening."
He rolls his eyes. "Allow me to rephrase, then, I did not expect to be spending my evening awake. I also did not expect to be awake and in bed performing cunnilingus on the crankiest woman in London." With a grin, John pinches her thigh and finds her resulting yelp and quelling look to be quite satisfying. "Now, Sherlock, be a very good girl and let me enjoy the moment." He thinks about telling her just how truly gorgeous he finds her to be, every single part of her this one included, but knows the difference. He's heard the thousand and one withering comments she's made about her own appearance and he knows just how truly impossible it can be to argue to the contrary. Far better strategy, in his opinion, to take his time showing her.
"Very well," she says.
He rests his forehead against her thigh and laughs. She shivers in response. It's a whole body thing, that shiver, and sends a frisson of heat rolling through him. Responsive, then. Very, very responsive.
Curious, he breathes out. Just a soft exhalation, feathering its way across her skin, but it does the trick. She shifts, restless, with a soft sigh of pleasure. He licks his lips and nods to himself. Good. Excellent. Very, very much so.
Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4
anonymous
October 27 2010, 13:38:46 UTC
He turns his attention to her proper and the sight of dark curls covering pink flesh, both shining with the beginnings of lubrication, and it's absolutely brilliant. God. He squirms against the bed, rutting himself against the blankets, eager for friction of his own at the sight. Her name might slip past his lips and his might come from her in answer, but he pays it not enough time to truly know. Not when he's stroking a finger down her outer lips, feeling that heat beneath his skin, and working up the nerve to put lips to her body.
She groans, hips moving as he parts her with his hands, baring her clitoris to his attention. "Right," he says, close enough to her that every word pushes air against her, "how's this an experiment again?"
"Oh, shut up and get on with it," she complains, thumping him with the heel of one foot.
He laughs and does precisely as commanded. Not the first time he's done this, of course, but still. It's Sherlock. That requires a certain level of care, dedication to detail, and sheer inventiveness to be applied. Anything less than reducing her to the loose-limbed wreck of his fantasies will, in his eyes, be an utter failure.
Not that the first time is anything truly difficult. It seems that he's barely put his lips to her, tongue sliding the length of her clit, when she's already crying out and shaking. Her legs spasm, going stiff, and she arches up against him, heedless of anything but the pleasure washing over her. He puts hands to her hips, holding her still with a grin of glee at having his fantasies confirmed.
Mrs. Hudson'll have their heads for Sherlock screaming like that.
"Might,"he says, when she settles, "want to grab a pillow."
Sherlock laughs, weak and rough, looking down at him. "Think we'll wake the neighbours?"
"God, I hope so," he says, grinning wildly. "Be nice to wake them with something other than gunfire."
She wrinkles her nose. "Oh really, John, that was only the once." Her eyes light with mischief. "I've a far better cure for boredom now."
He rubs thumb against her clit, pleased by the way her head drops back and she keens, making a slow, lazy move of it. "Ah, so I'm to be your rentboy then?"
"Mm, yes, I think you should," she agrees. Her hips move with his hand, equally lazy, but he can feel the energy building up underneath. She's not near to being done with him. Not near at all. "It would be a quite equitable trade, I should think, do-oh god, John."
John laughs and she cries out again. He lets the conversation drop in favor of tonguing her. She babbles something, hands grabbing at his hair, the sheets, at anything and any place that might provide traction until she's coming apart again. Her cry, throaty and anything but quiet, fills the room and wraps around him like a promise. Every night. Spending every night like this, with her shuddering through orgasms beneath him - god, the idea's enough to set him to humping the bed again.
"So, right," he says, cheerful, "Would, by chance, any of your scenarios involve sitting on my face?"
Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4damnednforsakenOctober 27 2010, 23:44:07 UTC
Oh my heavens. Het = not my thing. This = so totally my thing that my thing has just been thoroughly buggered over and converted. That last line... YOU HAVE KILLED ME AND I LOVE IT, BITTE!
Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4dauntdrawsNovember 27 2010, 10:37:54 UTC
GUH. God. Okay. YOU can write anything every and I will read it. Especially this. Incredibly hot.
And the general hotness aside, how much John adores Sherlock is so CLEAR here that it's even hotter. It's insanely sweet-hot how worshipful he is of her. <3333
Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4innie_darlingApril 20 2011, 18:23:51 UTC
Okay, so it's not quite a cliffhanger - does Sherlock in fact want to sit on John's face? - but it feels like one, anon author! Please write more of this!
Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4shadowfireflameMarch 7 2012, 17:33:36 UTC
It had been a sort of exquisite torture, really, dreaming of all the ways he might make Sherlock come. Just how many ways he could send her over the edge, screaming his name the whole bloody way.
Dear God this was hot and lovely. It seems the more fanfic I read, the hotter I find reading about guys giving girls cunnilingus to be, so this, um, hit lots of my buttons. Thanks for the empowerment! I adored the characterizations, too (particularly of John, but as always I love cranky, demanding, wandering-about-in-nothing-but-her-robe Sherlock).
He'd felt it happening, of course. Known that she was going to change everything practically from the start. (Of course, Mycroft and that serial killing cabbie might've been a bit of a clue) He'd felt him drawing him into her world, remaking him in the process, but he hadn't seen this and he can now. See that he's changed her as much as she has him.
It might be the heights of hubris, but he'd like to think so. He certainly can't picture the Sherlock of that first day like she is now. Sprawled across his bed, legs open and ready for him, eyes watching with equal parts arousal and impatience.
"Really, John," she says, just a hint of annoyance colouring her voice, "it's just a vagina. Quite a few of them exactly like it all over London."
He can't help laughing, ducking his head to try and hide it (as if he might actually hide anything from her) but she snorts and nudges him none-too-gently with her foot. "Honestly, Sherlock, I think I might be permitted a moment to let the moment settle in. This is not where I thought to be spending my evening."
"You are in bed," she says, petulant. "You are precisely where you thought to be spending your evening."
He rolls his eyes. "Allow me to rephrase, then, I did not expect to be spending my evening awake. I also did not expect to be awake and in bed performing cunnilingus on the crankiest woman in London." With a grin, John pinches her thigh and finds her resulting yelp and quelling look to be quite satisfying. "Now, Sherlock, be a very good girl and let me enjoy the moment." He thinks about telling her just how truly gorgeous he finds her to be, every single part of her this one included, but knows the difference. He's heard the thousand and one withering comments she's made about her own appearance and he knows just how truly impossible it can be to argue to the contrary. Far better strategy, in his opinion, to take his time showing her.
"Very well," she says.
He rests his forehead against her thigh and laughs. She shivers in response. It's a whole body thing, that shiver, and sends a frisson of heat rolling through him. Responsive, then. Very, very responsive.
Curious, he breathes out. Just a soft exhalation, feathering its way across her skin, but it does the trick. She shifts, restless, with a soft sigh of pleasure. He licks his lips and nods to himself. Good. Excellent. Very, very much so.
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She groans, hips moving as he parts her with his hands, baring her clitoris to his attention. "Right," he says, close enough to her that every word pushes air against her, "how's this an experiment again?"
"Oh, shut up and get on with it," she complains, thumping him with the heel of one foot.
He laughs and does precisely as commanded. Not the first time he's done this, of course, but still. It's Sherlock. That requires a certain level of care, dedication to detail, and sheer inventiveness to be applied. Anything less than reducing her to the loose-limbed wreck of his fantasies will, in his eyes, be an utter failure.
Not that the first time is anything truly difficult. It seems that he's barely put his lips to her, tongue sliding the length of her clit, when she's already crying out and shaking. Her legs spasm, going stiff, and she arches up against him, heedless of anything but the pleasure washing over her. He puts hands to her hips, holding her still with a grin of glee at having his fantasies confirmed.
Mrs. Hudson'll have their heads for Sherlock screaming like that.
"Might,"he says, when she settles, "want to grab a pillow."
Sherlock laughs, weak and rough, looking down at him. "Think we'll wake the neighbours?"
"God, I hope so," he says, grinning wildly. "Be nice to wake them with something other than gunfire."
She wrinkles her nose. "Oh really, John, that was only the once." Her eyes light with mischief. "I've a far better cure for boredom now."
He rubs thumb against her clit, pleased by the way her head drops back and she keens, making a slow, lazy move of it. "Ah, so I'm to be your rentboy then?"
"Mm, yes, I think you should," she agrees. Her hips move with his hand, equally lazy, but he can feel the energy building up underneath. She's not near to being done with him. Not near at all. "It would be a quite equitable trade, I should think, do-oh god, John."
John laughs and she cries out again. He lets the conversation drop in favor of tonguing her. She babbles something, hands grabbing at his hair, the sheets, at anything and any place that might provide traction until she's coming apart again. Her cry, throaty and anything but quiet, fills the room and wraps around him like a promise. Every night. Spending every night like this, with her shuddering through orgasms beneath him - god, the idea's enough to set him to humping the bed again.
"So, right," he says, cheerful, "Would, by chance, any of your scenarios involve sitting on my face?"
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And the general hotness aside, how much John adores Sherlock is so CLEAR here that it's even hotter. It's insanely sweet-hot how worshipful he is of her. <3333
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Dear God this was hot and lovely. It seems the more fanfic I read, the hotter I find reading about guys giving girls cunnilingus to be, so this, um, hit lots of my buttons. Thanks for the empowerment! I adored the characterizations, too (particularly of John, but as always I love cranky, demanding, wandering-about-in-nothing-but-her-robe Sherlock).
Very enjoyable! Thank you. I’ve added this to my fem!Sherlock recs list here. :)
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