FILL 1/1 While John's Away... (implied Sherlock/Lestrade)
anonymous
January 25 2011, 23:53:08 UTC
Author Note: I took the liberty of piggybacking on the idea of the anon-poster directly below... Hope that's okay!
Lestrade looks up in time to see John taking a careful step into the flat. “What’s this?” he asks, staring down at Lestrade, who’s settled comfortably on one end of the sofa.
Lestrade just happens to have Sherlock’s head in his lap as well. And to be honest, Lestrade is quite content to be there, with Sherlock’s dark curls spilling across his trousers.
John is frowning, but surely he’s not jealous. He loves Sherlock, cares about him, that much is obvious, but Lestrade’s never detected any feelings other than friendship and loyalty. And John’s been off with that bird, Sarah, out in Wales somewhere for a holiday.
Lestrade looks at John’s furrowed brow. No, not jealousy, just confusion. “Did what you asked, didn’t I?” Lestrade says.
“Sorry, are the two of you - “ John hesitates. “Never mind. Not my business.” John smiles and flops down into the armchair. “So. Everything go smoothly? No trouble?”
“Not a bit.” Lestrade’s not going to tell John about how he had to trick Sherlock into letting him into the flat that first night. Or how Sherlock had only grudgingly accepted his presence. Or about last night, when they’d come back from chasing a suspect, and they’d both been covered in mud, and how Lestrade had asked to use their shower, and then -
“Good memory?” John asks, and he looks smug.
Christ, Lestrade can feel his face turning red. “Decent,” he says, which is a lie. The memory is… Hot isn’t the right word. Fucking scorching might work better. Lestrade shifts. This is not the time to get an erection.
Now John is openly smirking, and he’s also is watching Lestrade’s hand. Which is threaded through Sherlock’s hair.
“Bloody hell,” Lestrade mutters.
John’s smirk turns into a grin. “I’m glad,” he says. “It’ll be nice to have someone else looking after him, besides me.”
“Tall order,” Lestrade says, grinning back. He brushes his hand across Sherlock’s forehead. “But I’ll do my best.”
Lestrade looks up in time to see John taking a careful step into the flat. “What’s this?” he asks, staring down at Lestrade, who’s settled comfortably on one end of the sofa.
Lestrade just happens to have Sherlock’s head in his lap as well. And to be honest, Lestrade is quite content to be there, with Sherlock’s dark curls spilling across his trousers.
John is frowning, but surely he’s not jealous. He loves Sherlock, cares about him, that much is obvious, but Lestrade’s never detected any feelings other than friendship and loyalty. And John’s been off with that bird, Sarah, out in Wales somewhere for a holiday.
Lestrade looks at John’s furrowed brow. No, not jealousy, just confusion. “Did what you asked, didn’t I?” Lestrade says.
“Sorry, are the two of you - “ John hesitates. “Never mind. Not my business.” John smiles and flops down into the armchair. “So. Everything go smoothly? No trouble?”
“Not a bit.” Lestrade’s not going to tell John about how he had to trick Sherlock into letting him into the flat that first night. Or how Sherlock had only grudgingly accepted his presence. Or about last night, when they’d come back from chasing a suspect, and they’d both been covered in mud, and how Lestrade had asked to use their shower, and then -
“Good memory?” John asks, and he looks smug.
Christ, Lestrade can feel his face turning red. “Decent,” he says, which is a lie. The memory is… Hot isn’t the right word. Fucking scorching might work better. Lestrade shifts. This is not the time to get an erection.
Now John is openly smirking, and he’s also is watching Lestrade’s hand. Which is threaded through Sherlock’s hair.
“Bloody hell,” Lestrade mutters.
John’s smirk turns into a grin. “I’m glad,” he says. “It’ll be nice to have someone else looking after him, besides me.”
“Tall order,” Lestrade says, grinning back. He brushes his hand across Sherlock’s forehead. “But I’ll do my best.”
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...is it hoping for too much to want more of Lestrade porny, porny memory? ;)
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I agree withrainbowwizard1 that some detail about last night is desperately wanted!
Offering internets or cookies or sexual favors for it! XD
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