Fill - part 17/17
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:29:26 UTC
As John perused the menu in a Chinese restaurant (John liked it when they shared food, Sherlock imagined that the sociable, ‘pack’ nature of the act reassured him on some subconscious level), John murmured, ‘I do wish you wouldn’t say things like that. It’s not subtle.’
‘Oh, relax. No-one will ever guess, and who would believe us anyway?’
Sherlock leaned on the table, his menu under his folded arms. He had already decided what he wanted. One of John’s conditions for staying at Baker Street for the coming full moon had been that, case or no case, Sherlock had to eat properly and get enough sleep for the days preceding it so that he would be up to the ordeal of being kept awake all night by an amorous bimorph in need of reaffirming their partnership. It was utterly ridiculous - any time John felt like devoting himself body and soul to pleasuring Sherlock for hours on end then Sherlock would always be available, food and sleep be damned - but it was touching, really, the way John worried about him and Sherlock decided to indulge him.
As he looked around at the artistic framed calligraphy on the walls, Sherlock thought that he might try to learn Mandarin or Cantonese. It would stop him getting bored in between cases, and it would certainly impress John if he could order in the language.
The young waitress came over to take their order, and John showed her his best, politest ‘not-a-werewolf-at-all’ smile as he asked for chicken with cashew nuts, raising his voice to repeat himself when the doors to the kitchen banged open and let out the crash of crockery and a fragrant cloud of savoury-smelling steam.
The girl turned to Sherlock.
‘I’d like the pork with ginger-’ Sherlock began, but stopped when he felt a gentle kick on his ankle. He looked up. John was, to all intents and purposes, admiring one of the watercolour paintings on the wall and refused to meet Sherlock’s querying glance, but he shook his head ever so slightly. Sherlock turned back to the waitress and smiled brightly. ‘Actually, sorry, changed my mind. Beef with green peppers and black bean sauce, please.’
After she had left, Sherlock stretched out his legs to rest companionably against John’s as he looked at him. ‘Not the pork?’
‘Not the pork.’ John looked at him, the ghost of a twinkle in his eye and his calf pressing warmly against Sherlock. ‘You’re so thin already, I didn’t think you could afford to lose any more weight to food poisoning.’
‘Really?’ Sherlock was impressed, despite living with John’s secret for a month now and seeing first-hand how it affected John’s everyday life.
Instead of replying, John merely tapped his nose with a long forefinger. It was an innocuous enough gesture to anyone who might have been watching - not out of place between friends - but carrying a whole other meaning for their partnership, and the secret, bubbling delight of being co-conspirators left Sherlock grinning foolishly during the whole of their shared meal and the walk home.
Re: Fill - part 17/17azure_horizonOctober 28 2010, 00:53:06 UTC
so much hot. Yes, I do love this. John's reactions... Sherlock not over-reacting to John's reactions and actually trying to help him... A very mature Sherlock who is in touch with his emotioms is brilliant. Thank you for the glorious read!
Re: Fill - part 17/17one_windigaOctober 28 2010, 01:03:22 UTC
AMAZING. AMAZING AMAZINGNESS THAT AMAZES ME. Amusing, touching, believable, and so very sexy. The part that just slays me is when Sherlock promises to keep the knife. Oh, John...
Re: Fill - part 17/17iwanturhorrorDecember 2 2010, 13:06:36 UTC
This is incredible! MY GOD I loved every second of it. The SMUT - well that was just brilliant but I just love how you laid out the entire story. Very well written!
Re: Fill - part 17/17shiverelectricFebruary 7 2011, 07:46:06 UTC
SWEET JESUS, THIS IS, FFFFFFFF, THIS IS THE BEST PART OF MY NIGHT, NO JOKE AT ALL. I just, goddamn, how did, wha, why is this so fucking amazing? ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, I CAN'T EVEN.
I NEED TO GO TO BED AND I HOPE I DREAM THIS FIC IN ITS ENTIRETY BECAUSE I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT.
Re: Fill - part 17/17
anonymous
February 23 2011, 18:33:37 UTC
Okay, not only searingly hot but also with wonderful relationship dynamics! I seriously need to bookmark this for a few rereads. :D
Though I can't help but smile at Sherlock's limit of two times for one night... poor guy, because there's a lot to be said for multiple orgasms. Maybe John can give him a helping hand at that? ;D
‘Oh, relax. No-one will ever guess, and who would believe us anyway?’
Sherlock leaned on the table, his menu under his folded arms. He had already decided what he wanted. One of John’s conditions for staying at Baker Street for the coming full moon had been that, case or no case, Sherlock had to eat properly and get enough sleep for the days preceding it so that he would be up to the ordeal of being kept awake all night by an amorous bimorph in need of reaffirming their partnership. It was utterly ridiculous - any time John felt like devoting himself body and soul to pleasuring Sherlock for hours on end then Sherlock would always be available, food and sleep be damned - but it was touching, really, the way John worried about him and Sherlock decided to indulge him.
As he looked around at the artistic framed calligraphy on the walls, Sherlock thought that he might try to learn Mandarin or Cantonese. It would stop him getting bored in between cases, and it would certainly impress John if he could order in the language.
The young waitress came over to take their order, and John showed her his best, politest ‘not-a-werewolf-at-all’ smile as he asked for chicken with cashew nuts, raising his voice to repeat himself when the doors to the kitchen banged open and let out the crash of crockery and a fragrant cloud of savoury-smelling steam.
The girl turned to Sherlock.
‘I’d like the pork with ginger-’ Sherlock began, but stopped when he felt a gentle kick on his ankle. He looked up. John was, to all intents and purposes, admiring one of the watercolour paintings on the wall and refused to meet Sherlock’s querying glance, but he shook his head ever so slightly. Sherlock turned back to the waitress and smiled brightly. ‘Actually, sorry, changed my mind. Beef with green peppers and black bean sauce, please.’
After she had left, Sherlock stretched out his legs to rest companionably against John’s as he looked at him. ‘Not the pork?’
‘Not the pork.’ John looked at him, the ghost of a twinkle in his eye and his calf pressing warmly against Sherlock. ‘You’re so thin already, I didn’t think you could afford to lose any more weight to food poisoning.’
‘Really?’ Sherlock was impressed, despite living with John’s secret for a month now and seeing first-hand how it affected John’s everyday life.
Instead of replying, John merely tapped his nose with a long forefinger. It was an innocuous enough gesture to anyone who might have been watching - not out of place between friends - but carrying a whole other meaning for their partnership, and the secret, bubbling delight of being co-conspirators left Sherlock grinning foolishly during the whole of their shared meal and the walk home.
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The sex is epic and awesome. Sherlock with bruises all over the next day - ngh!!!!!
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Yes, I do love this. John's reactions... Sherlock not over-reacting to John's reactions and actually trying to help him... A very mature Sherlock who is in touch with his emotioms is brilliant. Thank you for the glorious read!
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This was hot. Astoundingly.
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So. Hot. And yet, deeply sweet and funny to boot.
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Ummm...gimme a sec...
FUCK that was hot. But also beautiful, truly. I loved how you developed their relationship.
Is this archived anywhere by the way? I would rec the hell out of it.
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I NEED TO GO TO BED AND I HOPE I DREAM THIS FIC IN ITS ENTIRETY BECAUSE I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT.
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I love you even more, this is one of the best fictions i've ever read! You are too awesome for words. <3 <3 <3 <3
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Though I can't help but smile at Sherlock's limit of two times for one night... poor guy, because there's a lot to be said for multiple orgasms. Maybe John can give him a helping hand at that? ;D
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