Re: Stolen Moments pt 12/?velvet_maceJanuary 8 2011, 21:35:20 UTC
Patience. Sherlock waited.
Half an hour. Too soon.
An hour. Possibly, better hold off a bit longer.
It wasn't fair that Sarah had seen more of John than Sherlock himself. She'd known him less than two weeks and already he'd doffed his clothes for her. It had taken Sherlock months and hypnosis to reach that point. Was sex really that important?
Two hours. That should be enough.
Sherlock crept up the stairs, let the door swing open on it's well oiled hinges, and sure enough, John's room was dark and he could hear the slow sounds of his breathing. This time John woke enough to cry out before Sherlock found the right spots. He breathed a sigh of relief as the man went heavy and limp again.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"Sherlock," said John.
"Yes, I'm your friend. You're best friend."
John smiled. "Yes. Best friend."
"As your best friend, I'm your priority," said Sherlock. "Dating is second. You will come when I need you, won't you?"
"You always come first," agreed John.
"You won't let Sarah come between us."
"No," said John frowning a little. "I would never."
"I need you John. That's the only reason why I'm doing this. I really need you."
"I know," said John. "You're so lonely."
Sherlock held John's head in his hands and thought. He'd said really all he needed to say, but yet it wore on him that Sarah had been privileged to something he was not. It was jealousy, but not completely. It was rational that Sherlock defend his relationship against attack.
"Did you have sex with Sarah?" he asked.
"Yes." John smiled.
"Don't have it again. Not with her." Sherlock knew he was being petty, but having said it, he felt much better. Without sex, Sarah had nothing to offer John and he'd soon give her up. Then everything would be back to normal again.
John's smile slipped away. "Okay."
"Sleep and forget that I visited you in your room tonight."
Half an hour. Too soon.
An hour. Possibly, better hold off a bit longer.
It wasn't fair that Sarah had seen more of John than Sherlock himself. She'd known him less than two weeks and already he'd doffed his clothes for her. It had taken Sherlock months and hypnosis to reach that point. Was sex really that important?
Two hours. That should be enough.
Sherlock crept up the stairs, let the door swing open on it's well oiled hinges, and sure enough, John's room was dark and he could hear the slow sounds of his breathing. This time John woke enough to cry out before Sherlock found the right spots. He breathed a sigh of relief as the man went heavy and limp again.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"Sherlock," said John.
"Yes, I'm your friend. You're best friend."
John smiled. "Yes. Best friend."
"As your best friend, I'm your priority," said Sherlock. "Dating is second. You will come when I need you, won't you?"
"You always come first," agreed John.
"You won't let Sarah come between us."
"No," said John frowning a little. "I would never."
"I need you John. That's the only reason why I'm doing this. I really need you."
"I know," said John. "You're so lonely."
Sherlock held John's head in his hands and thought. He'd said really all he needed to say, but yet it wore on him that Sarah had been privileged to something he was not. It was jealousy, but not completely. It was rational that Sherlock defend his relationship against attack.
"Did you have sex with Sarah?" he asked.
"Yes." John smiled.
"Don't have it again. Not with her." Sherlock knew he was being petty, but having said it, he felt much better. Without sex, Sarah had nothing to offer John and he'd soon give her up. Then everything would be back to normal again.
John's smile slipped away. "Okay."
"Sleep and forget that I visited you in your room tonight."
John fell back asleep.
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