Re: Dirty Little Secret 7/7velvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 18:58:53 UTC
The door opened up and the server took away their dishes. She returned soon after with coffee and cups of crème brulee. John found his serviette on the floor and placed it across his lap again. Then tasted the dish. He couldn't get the memory of Mycroft's kiss away. It sent little thrills of pleasure through him.
"I should be furious at you," John said. "Absolutely furious."
"But you aren't," replied Mycroft with utter certainty.
"No, I'm not," he admitted with a sigh. "I've a terrible weakness for Holmeses. It's going to get me into horrible amounts of trouble one day."
"One day? I should say it already has."
"True." John snorted. "So shall I assume that our faux-partnership isn't going to go away, no matter how much I protest?" John let his fingers touch the spot on his neck where Mycroft had kissed. It still tingled.
"You can be utterly certain of that," said Mycroft amicably.
"You really do take possessiveness to new heights. I should be scared of you."
"But you aren't."
"I'm a nutter," admitted John.
Mycroft sat up straighter. "Which reminds me." He reached down and brought his red briefcase up. Snapping open the lid, he reached in and drew out a velvet jewelry box. He laid it on the table between them.
Hesitantly, John reached out and took it, flipping the lid up. Inside was a wide band of white gold with a square cut diamond set deeply into it. It matched the one that Mycroft had been wearing for weeks or maybe months.
"You are proposing? Is that what this lunch is really all about? Doesn't this seem a bit… moot… considering?"
"The parts maybe out of order, but isn't it more important that they all end up being there in the end." Mycroft's eyes seemed to plead. "Eventually we might make it back to point to first glances across the room and tentative flirting."
John flipped the lid back down and handed it back. "How about we stick to moving forward from this point on. We can try dating. See how it goes." Giving Mycroft a tolerant smile he added, "Maybe you'll convince me to wear your ring. I don't know. But from now on, let's try to make everything real."
Mycroft glowed as if John had handed him a Christmas present.
Re: Dirty Little Secret 7/7velvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 20:13:17 UTC
Mycroft is *such* a Holmes. :D I really like how John is only slightly weirded out by this, and then he just sort of goes with it--that's very him.
Would it be horribly wrong of me to ask for a sequel? Or, okay, I'll just say that if you ever wanted to write more, you know, like the whole dating thing, and John making Mycroft jump through metaphorical hoops to prove it's all really real, and Mycroft being very patient about it until John's nearly killed (again) running around with Sherlock, at which point Mycroft slams John up against a wall and snogs him senseless. And Sherlock's brain explodes. :D
Um. Sorry, got a bit carried away there. I really liked this story. That is all.
Re: Dirty Little Secret OPvelvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 23:57:56 UTC
John is irresistibly drawn to the Holmeses. And Holmeses are irresistibly drawn to John. It's the natural order of things.
And then Sherlock gets jealous and Mycroft gets smug and John looks for a solution and they end up in a threesome where they skewer John between them. Then John cries with happiness around Sherlock's huge schlong about how wonderful it is to be loved so thoroughly by so many holmeses.
And... what was I saying? I think I kinda drifted off there.
Re: Dirty Little Secret 7/7scap3goatNovember 20 2010, 11:21:04 UTC
BTW... oO For dinner I had reserved a private table at The Landau. It was a wonderful place, so very dignified and charming. [...] ‘Holmes, I have a reservation for two.’ [...] My fingers splayed against the smooth material [of the menu] and I gazed down at it for a moment. ‘Would it be terribly impudent of me to suggest the Menu Surprise?’
How did you get at what I wrote for my nano, exactly? Was it Mycroft? (Who's telling me "Worrees 1848," - yes, I will worry about my wordcount, or whatever that number's meant to be!)
Re: Dirty Little Secret 7/7velvet_maceDecember 13 2012, 16:50:01 UTC
This was the first John/Mycroft story I read and it has ruined me for life!!! (in wonderful way of course!) I can no longer read or even entertain the thought of Johnlock with out feeling like I'm betraying Mycroft in the process, and for that I thank you and your lovely writing skills. <3
"I should be furious at you," John said. "Absolutely furious."
"But you aren't," replied Mycroft with utter certainty.
"No, I'm not," he admitted with a sigh. "I've a terrible weakness for Holmeses. It's going to get me into horrible amounts of trouble one day."
"One day? I should say it already has."
"True." John snorted. "So shall I assume that our faux-partnership isn't going to go away, no matter how much I protest?" John let his fingers touch the spot on his neck where Mycroft had kissed. It still tingled.
"You can be utterly certain of that," said Mycroft amicably.
"You really do take possessiveness to new heights. I should be scared of you."
"But you aren't."
"I'm a nutter," admitted John.
Mycroft sat up straighter. "Which reminds me." He reached down and brought his red briefcase up. Snapping open the lid, he reached in and drew out a velvet jewelry box. He laid it on the table between them.
Hesitantly, John reached out and took it, flipping the lid up. Inside was a wide band of white gold with a square cut diamond set deeply into it. It matched the one that Mycroft had been wearing for weeks or maybe months.
"You are proposing? Is that what this lunch is really all about? Doesn't this seem a bit… moot… considering?"
"The parts maybe out of order, but isn't it more important that they all end up being there in the end." Mycroft's eyes seemed to plead. "Eventually we might make it back to point to first glances across the room and tentative flirting."
John flipped the lid back down and handed it back. "How about we stick to moving forward from this point on. We can try dating. See how it goes." Giving Mycroft a tolerant smile he added, "Maybe you'll convince me to wear your ring. I don't know. But from now on, let's try to make everything real."
Mycroft glowed as if John had handed him a Christmas present.
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My-brain-is-stupid comment: one singular sensation
That better not have been on purpose. Do you know how long it will take to get that bloody song out of my head? Days, I tell you. DAYS.
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Would it be horribly wrong of me to ask for a sequel? Or, okay, I'll just say that if you ever wanted to write more, you know, like the whole dating thing, and John making Mycroft jump through metaphorical hoops to prove it's all really real, and Mycroft being very patient about it until John's nearly killed (again) running around with Sherlock, at which point Mycroft slams John up against a wall and snogs him senseless. And Sherlock's brain explodes. :D
Um. Sorry, got a bit carried away there. I really liked this story. That is all.
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I don't know if there is a sequel in me. If it comes it comes.
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And then Sherlock gets jealous and Mycroft gets smug and John looks for a solution and they end up in a threesome where they skewer John between them. Then John cries with happiness around Sherlock's huge schlong about how wonderful it is to be loved so thoroughly by so many holmeses.
And... what was I saying? I think I kinda drifted off there.
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I demand more. More courtship on John's behalf and more snogging on Mycroft's behalf. *points to icon for emphasis*
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For dinner I had reserved a private table at The Landau. It was a wonderful place, so very dignified and charming.
[...]
‘Holmes, I have a reservation for two.’
[...]
My fingers splayed against the smooth material [of the menu] and I gazed down at it for a moment. ‘Would it be terribly impudent of me to suggest the Menu Surprise?’
How did you get at what I wrote for my nano, exactly? Was it Mycroft? (Who's telling me "Worrees 1848," - yes, I will worry about my wordcount, or whatever that number's meant to be!)
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