yeah this is happening in this here commentlilapaddyJanuary 10 2011, 06:12:48 UTC
"Sherlock!" John sputters, slamming the door behind him and glaring at his flatmate. Sherlock is lying down on the couch in the exact same position as John left him in: hands steepled to his chin, eyes shut, but the whole form of him tense, alert, totally awake. In short, completely capable of the one thing John had asked him to do today.
"One thing," John mutters, slamming the bag of groceries on the kitchen floor. The small, filthy table is still cluttered with experiments. He can't help but raise his voice. "What did I say? You do remember what I said? On my way out? Four. Hours. Ago?"
"It was three hours and twenty-seven minutes, be specific," Sherlock retorts, eyes still resolutely closed. John just stands with his fists on his hips, trying to swallow the overpowering urge to hit the man across his altogether too relaxed jawline.
"Right. Whatever," John groans. He goes back into the kitchen, miserably unpacking the few items he'd picked up on his way home from Harry's. He makes more noise than is strictly necessary, half-consciously attempting to rouse Sherlock from his ennui while already knowing how fruitless such carrying-on tends to be when it comes to this sort of argument. Sherlock will just try to logic his way out of it, say something impressive and John will be so curious he-- no, John tells himself. Not this time. There is not a thing, not one single thing Sherlock can do at this moment to--
John turns to find Sherlock has silently swept into the cramped kitchen behind him. They're suddenly and unexpectedly nose-to-nose, Sherlock's blue eyes boring into John's, his right hand catching at John's left wrist.
"You seem... on edge today," Sherlock notes, in what perhaps is the understatement of the decade. John huffs in a mixture of laughter and mind-numbing frustration.
"You might say that, yeah," John breathes, trying to calm himself. "It's just, this isn't the first time--"
"Would you like me to bring you off with my hand?" Sherlock interrupts. John just mouths wordlessly at him for a few still moments.
"I'm not on edge!" he finally yells, fingers twitching where they're being lightly grazed by Sherlock's knuckles. It's-- it's rather sensual, he has to admit. Not aloud, though, he'll be damned. "I'm annoyed because you--" Sherlock slides a nimble, pale hand down the front of his trousers and grips him firmly through his boxer shorts. He squeezes. "All right," John amends, and leans up for a kiss.
Re: yeah this is happening in this here commentanonymiss731January 30 2011, 06:25:54 UTC
Thank you. ^______^
Sadly, I don't make them but maybe if you requested it on that monday request thing on sherlockbbc. I've thought about asking for other ppl's quotes there but I'm just so lazy.
"One thing," John mutters, slamming the bag of groceries on the kitchen floor. The small, filthy table is still cluttered with experiments. He can't help but raise his voice. "What did I say? You do remember what I said? On my way out? Four. Hours. Ago?"
"It was three hours and twenty-seven minutes, be specific," Sherlock retorts, eyes still resolutely closed. John just stands with his fists on his hips, trying to swallow the overpowering urge to hit the man across his altogether too relaxed jawline.
"Right. Whatever," John groans. He goes back into the kitchen, miserably unpacking the few items he'd picked up on his way home from Harry's. He makes more noise than is strictly necessary, half-consciously attempting to rouse Sherlock from his ennui while already knowing how fruitless such carrying-on tends to be when it comes to this sort of argument. Sherlock will just try to logic his way out of it, say something impressive and John will be so curious he-- no, John tells himself. Not this time. There is not a thing, not one single thing Sherlock can do at this moment to--
John turns to find Sherlock has silently swept into the cramped kitchen behind him. They're suddenly and unexpectedly nose-to-nose, Sherlock's blue eyes boring into John's, his right hand catching at John's left wrist.
"You seem... on edge today," Sherlock notes, in what perhaps is the understatement of the decade. John huffs in a mixture of laughter and mind-numbing frustration.
"You might say that, yeah," John breathes, trying to calm himself. "It's just, this isn't the first time--"
"Would you like me to bring you off with my hand?" Sherlock interrupts. John just mouths wordlessly at him for a few still moments.
"I'm not on edge!" he finally yells, fingers twitching where they're being lightly grazed by Sherlock's knuckles. It's-- it's rather sensual, he has to admit. Not aloud, though, he'll be damned. "I'm annoyed because you--" Sherlock slides a nimble, pale hand down the front of his trousers and grips him firmly through his boxer shorts. He squeezes. "All right," John amends, and leans up for a kiss.
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HILARIOUS HAWTNESS IS HILARIOUS. AND HAWT.
That entire last paragraph was WIN. Amazing! =D
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Sadly, I don't make them but maybe if you requested it on that monday request thing on sherlockbbc. I've thought about asking for other ppl's quotes there but I'm just so lazy.
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