A Turn of Phrase 1/8 (NC-17)as_i_amDecember 31 2010, 05:44:09 UTC
Okay, my goal with this was to NOT make it crack and try to get the phrases in seriously. I had trouble with the 'It's bigger on the inside...' line so I had to cheat a little. :\ Hopefully the copious amounts of porn will make up for it.
Um, warnings? This is filthy. So goddamn, unholy filthy I should be embarrassed. But I like sexually-assured John and Sherlock, soooo. I hope you enjoy! And I'm sorry I have no Sherlock icons. :( I'm very new to the fandom.
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Sherlock finally brought up the subject over dinner at Angelo's one evening, when they hadn't had a case in over a week and his mind must have been aching from the boredom. John had a dish of particularly delicious meat cavatini and had just taken a bite when Sherlock said in an even, calculating tone whilst gazing out the window, "I think we ought to have sex, John."
John paused only briefly in chewing; he wasn't surprised, except perhaps at how long the statement had been in coming. He then resumed chewing and swallowed. "I wouldn't be adverse to it," he said. "Are you experienced in that area, then?"
Sherlock looked at him, knitting his brow. His hands were clasped under his chin. He actually had a plate in front of him but had only been picking. "A man my age?" He asked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, the whole 'girlfriends not really my area, don't have a boyfriend' bit."
"Both those statements are true. Doesn't mean they always have been. Aside from the girlfriend part."
John shrugged and reached for his glass of water. "You also said you were married to your work. Thought maybe sex wasn't something you fancied."
"I quite like sex." Sherlock looked out the window again. "It's enjoyable, if a bit messy. Also the most direct way to dissect another person's psyche."
John wasn't sure he wanted his psyche molested by Sherlock, but he doubted much of it was still virginal on that front anyway. "So you're experienced." A statement, not a question. He took a drink.
Sherlock looked back at him. "Quite. Or, at least, I have no issues in that area. I'm told I'm physically attractive. I don't have a hard time drawing interest."
"You are." John put the glass down. "Attractive."
"I don't lack for attention, I just choose when I receive it. I haven't felt like receiving it for a while." His gazed drifted back out the window, fingers flexing beneath his chin. "Now I think I'd enjoy some."
John took up his fork again. "So, out with it. How did you come to this conclusion?"
"Oh really John, it's not opaque."
"I know, but I want to hear the steps." He stabbed a piece of pasta and smiled. "Consider it foreplay."
Sherlock gave a soft sigh, a thoughtful one, not exasperation. John had learned the difference. He resumed eating while Sherlock's mind twisted and churned. He could practically hear the facts falling into place inside his skull.
"We've been growing increasingly comfortable and companionable with time. I find myself able to relax around you and I also feel a sort of kinship-I wager you feel this as well. Although I don't often let people within my circle of security, you've proven yourself worthy of at least the outer edge."
"Thank you," John said from the corner of his mouth, half-full of a bite.
Um, warnings? This is filthy. So goddamn, unholy filthy I should be embarrassed. But I like sexually-assured John and Sherlock, soooo. I hope you enjoy! And I'm sorry I have no Sherlock icons. :( I'm very new to the fandom.
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Sherlock finally brought up the subject over dinner at Angelo's one evening, when they hadn't had a case in over a week and his mind must have been aching from the boredom. John had a dish of particularly delicious meat cavatini and had just taken a bite when Sherlock said in an even, calculating tone whilst gazing out the window, "I think we ought to have sex, John."
John paused only briefly in chewing; he wasn't surprised, except perhaps at how long the statement had been in coming. He then resumed chewing and swallowed. "I wouldn't be adverse to it," he said. "Are you experienced in that area, then?"
Sherlock looked at him, knitting his brow. His hands were clasped under his chin. He actually had a plate in front of him but had only been picking. "A man my age?" He asked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, the whole 'girlfriends not really my area, don't have a boyfriend' bit."
"Both those statements are true. Doesn't mean they always have been. Aside from the girlfriend part."
John shrugged and reached for his glass of water. "You also said you were married to your work. Thought maybe sex wasn't something you fancied."
"I quite like sex." Sherlock looked out the window again. "It's enjoyable, if a bit messy. Also the most direct way to dissect another person's psyche."
John wasn't sure he wanted his psyche molested by Sherlock, but he doubted much of it was still virginal on that front anyway. "So you're experienced." A statement, not a question. He took a drink.
Sherlock looked back at him. "Quite. Or, at least, I have no issues in that area. I'm told I'm physically attractive. I don't have a hard time drawing interest."
"You are." John put the glass down. "Attractive."
"I don't lack for attention, I just choose when I receive it. I haven't felt like receiving it for a while." His gazed drifted back out the window, fingers flexing beneath his chin. "Now I think I'd enjoy some."
John took up his fork again. "So, out with it. How did you come to this conclusion?"
"Oh really John, it's not opaque."
"I know, but I want to hear the steps." He stabbed a piece of pasta and smiled. "Consider it foreplay."
Sherlock gave a soft sigh, a thoughtful one, not exasperation. John had learned the difference. He resumed eating while Sherlock's mind twisted and churned. He could practically hear the facts falling into place inside his skull.
"We've been growing increasingly comfortable and companionable with time. I find myself able to relax around you and I also feel a sort of kinship-I wager you feel this as well. Although I don't often let people within my circle of security, you've proven yourself worthy of at least the outer edge."
"Thank you," John said from the corner of his mouth, half-full of a bite.
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FYI--I love you already, mr./ms. as_i_am.
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