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[sherlockbbc_fic]

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[anonymous]

Original prompt: "Anyone and everyone who plays a musical instrument will know how HORRIBLE wrist pains and/or RSI can be... especially if you need music to keep you sane. And my wrist likes to play up at the worst possible times.

I can just see Sherlock sinking into a really foul mood because his wrists are playing up and he can't play the violin (well, he can, and does, but of course this only makes it worse), and John is all annoyed at his bad mood for a little, but then goes all Dr Watson. John ends up forcing Sherlock NOT to play so that his wrists can heal, instead of just pumping him full of anti-inflammatory pills.

tl;dr -- Sherlock has wrist pains/RSI and can't play violin; John goes into Dr. Watson mode, but refuses to give Sherlock anti-inflammatories so that his wrists can heal on their own."

[OP, if you're still out there, I would apologize for turning this into an extended excuse for some porn but... I'm only sort of sorry about that.]

Anacrusis (1/6)

[anonymous]

“Do you take requests?”

Sherlock looked up to see John ambling down the stairs, clad in loose plaid pajama bottoms and a faded black t-shirt.

“If the noise keeps you up, I apologize.”

“No, no. I was awake, anyway,” John replied, waving a hand as he settled into a chair opposite the sofa. “Usually am. I thought I’d finally come down and enjoy your performance in person, rather than filtered through the walls.” Sherlock was quiet for a moment, just watching, and John added quickly, “If that’s all right with you.”

“Of course,” Sherlock said plainly, drawing his bow slowly across the instrument and pulling from it one long, pure note.

“Do you know Vivaldi’s Concerto in D?”

Sherlock’s mouth quirked up into a bemused smile. “Il Grosso Mogul? Really, John? Didn’t think you were the type

Anacrusis (2/6)

[anonymous]

John sighed. “If you didn’t sprain it jumping off the fire escape, it must be a repetitive strain injury. It’s a common issue for musicians

Anacrusis (3/6)

[anonymous]

John regarded him for a moment, but didn’t press the matter. Sherlock blinked back, a blank expression flickering into something more studied before returning to unreadable. It happened so quickly John wasn’t entirely sure he’d seen it, but he was sure that when Sherlock pulled his hand away, John wanted nothing more than to wrap his fingers around Sherlock’s delicate wrist and hold him there.

* * *Sherlock found the tickets tucked under his teacup a week later. Two tickets to the London Philharmonic, a program of Liszt, Dvořák, and Tchaikovsky, performed that evening. He spread them on the table with one finger, but did not pick them up. They seemed incongruous, almost confusing, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. It was obvious John had left them; their genesis was hardly any great mystery

Anacrusis (4/6)

[anonymous]

He had expected to find Sherlock enraptured, subsumed by the music the way he was when he cradled his violin against his shoulder, but what he saw was something entirely different. Sherlock was staring just away from the stage, into the rows of floor seats, the fingers on his left hand fidgeting against his leg. Was he studying an audience member? John wasn’t quite sure, but he could tell that he was no more enthralled by the music than John was. John looked away, self-conscious, and fixed on the row of violinists on the stage, all moving with coordinated fluidity

Anacrusis (5/6)

[anonymous]

And then Sherlock kissed him, one hand carding through the short hair on the back of John’s neck, guiding him up, closer, until they met. Sherlock’s lips were pliant and assertive and, oh, John was certainly surprised, but his mouth opened automatically, welcoming in Sherlock’s tongue and the sudden spike of heat it stoked in his core. He moaned, the sound swallowed completely by the mouth working fervently against his, and Sherlock responded by drawing his other arm around John’s waist and dragging his whole body forward to press against Sherlock’s

Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

Sherlock studied him with complete interest, so absorbed that even through the heavy fog of arousal John could feel those eyes rolling over his face, taking in every twitch, every furrow, every flick of his tongue over the back of his teeth as he bit back another moan. The knowledge made John pant a little deeper and cant his hips into Sherlock’s thigh. Sherlock was calculating, measuring and memorizing every note John could make, and how to elicit it

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

I LOVED THIS. The characterisations! Sherlock's physicality! Tchaikovsky! Frantic stairwell sexytimes!! <3 x FOREVER!!

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[velvet_mace]

Awww, Sherlock thought it was a date. At least he was able to turn it into one.

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

To be fair, John set it up like a secret date. All Sherlock did was call him on it :)

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[she_burns1]

Dear god this is WONDERFUL. Why haven't more people rained praise all over it?! Well-written, in character, and hot smut - you've ticked all my buttons! LOVE this, anon!

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

Thanks so much! Glad you liked it :)

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

This is stunning - it's characterised so beautifully I could hear both their voices in my head throughout the whole piece. I love you, anon - have you written anything else? Please say yes!

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

Thanks! I suppose I don't actually care about keeping my anonymity for this story (and I'm not willing to claim the worst of my sleazy or cracktastic meme fills even while anon) so I'll say I have a few things at foxtoast.livejournal.com and on AO3, same name.

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[anonymous]

Aww, thanks so much! I wasn't sure how you'd feel about identifying yourself, but I am totally, unspeakably super happy that you have! <3

Re: Anacrusis (6/6)

[rusty_armour]

This story is wonderful, even though Sherlock and John skipped the Tchaikovsky portion of the programme. *g* I love the way John is able to make those deductions about Sherlock's repetive strain injury. You also succeed in saying so much about Sherlock based on his relationship with music. Excellent job. :-D