Re: FILL - Harsh Light of Day - Part 3
anonymous
June 24 2011, 21:30:26 UTC
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Blinking, John stared mutinously at the faint beam of light that sliced through his vision; intensifying an already fairly horrific headache to something close to unbearable. Judging by the thick fuzzy feeling on his tongue and the acrid taste of beer lingering in the back of his throat he had been drunk to the point of practically passing out right now, which explained why the tiny sliver of light the gap in the curtains was allowing in was causing him such pain.
As these thoughts crawled through his sluggish brain he had deliberately been holding himself very still, knowing that movement would just increase his goddamned headache, but he knew that the inevitable could not be delayed for much longer.
This thought seemed to signal the chirp of his phone - alerting him to the fact that he had a text message. Grumbling, John slid forward and lowered his hand to the floor - groping for the flashing phone and feeling the covers slip down and expose his back to the cool morning air.
The message that stared from the screen blackly, brazenly, was beyond irritating.
... Coffee required. SH ...
Letting out another series of mutters, John began to straighten - aware that the twisted position was straining his bad shoulder. A muffled huff of amusement from behind him caused John to scrabble backwards up the headboard and whip his head around so quickly vertigo flickered dizzily behind his eyes.
Sherlock steepled his fingers. His eyes were closed and he looked supremely unconcerned despite the fact that he was also completely naked save for the thin sheet that did little but cling to the lines of his thighs and protruding hipbones.
“Don’t look so shocked John, I really do require that coffee,” He said, voice as even and normal as ever.
John well and truly loathed his composure at this point. Numerous thoughts crowded his head at that point and the skills of deduction that Sherlock had been trying so painstakingly to drum into him were focusing solely on that which the flimsy sheets concealed and the lurid pink suck marks on the pale column of Sherlock’s neck.
Pride fluttered in this chest amid the panic and the horror - that he had marked his untouchable flatmate with his glacier cold personality and unflappable calm in such a tangible way. Sherlock opened his pale, piercing eyes to fix John with a look that could only be described as mildly irritated, with an undertone of amusement. As though he was in on a secret joke.
“Calm yourself, Doctor. I believe we have just taken part in what is usually dubbed as a one night stand. People do that, you know.”
John could do little other than gape, slowing becoming aware of the aches in his body that could not be attributed to alcohol abuse. Sherlock seemed to still be thinking - his lips opened and closed several times.
“Although I would not be adverse to this continuing past the one night stand stage. Perhaps. The mechanics of our relationship would be hardly altered and the general consensus of the public is that we are already a couple.”
Lifting a hand to his shoulder, John felt the faint imprint of teeth. The jolt that seemed to travel directly to his groin was something he was sure Sherlock noticed judging by his faint smirk before he spoke, voice laced with smug satisfaction.
“And I really would like that coffee.”
At a loss for anything else to do - accuse, shout, lean over and add to the marks on Sherlock’s neck - John stumbled out of bed and pulled on several items of clothes, smoothing them down as he half ran from the room. The phone he still clutched in his hand chirped again as he clicked the kettle on and thumped two cups on the counter.
Neatly categorising the emotions flooding through his system, he noted that regret wasn’t one of them. Calm seeped into his mind and he went about the routine of making the coffee while considering the implications of what had happened. He didn’t risk a look at the message until his thoughts slotted together in a neat, calm manner and his heart stopped racing so alarmingly.
... Bring ice cubes. Required for ‘cold case’ experiment. SH ...
Blinking, John stared mutinously at the faint beam of light that sliced through his vision; intensifying an already fairly horrific headache to something close to unbearable. Judging by the thick fuzzy feeling on his tongue and the acrid taste of beer lingering in the back of his throat he had been drunk to the point of practically passing out right now, which explained why the tiny sliver of light the gap in the curtains was allowing in was causing him such pain.
As these thoughts crawled through his sluggish brain he had deliberately been holding himself very still, knowing that movement would just increase his goddamned headache, but he knew that the inevitable could not be delayed for much longer.
This thought seemed to signal the chirp of his phone - alerting him to the fact that he had a text message. Grumbling, John slid forward and lowered his hand to the floor - groping for the flashing phone and feeling the covers slip down and expose his back to the cool morning air.
The message that stared from the screen blackly, brazenly, was beyond irritating.
...
Coffee required.
SH
...
Letting out another series of mutters, John began to straighten - aware that the twisted position was straining his bad shoulder. A muffled huff of amusement from behind him caused John to scrabble backwards up the headboard and whip his head around so quickly vertigo flickered dizzily behind his eyes.
Sherlock steepled his fingers. His eyes were closed and he looked supremely unconcerned despite the fact that he was also completely naked save for the thin sheet that did little but cling to the lines of his thighs and protruding hipbones.
“Don’t look so shocked John, I really do require that coffee,” He said, voice as even and normal as ever.
John well and truly loathed his composure at this point. Numerous thoughts crowded his head at that point and the skills of deduction that Sherlock had been trying so painstakingly to drum into him were focusing solely on that which the flimsy sheets concealed and the lurid pink suck marks on the pale column of Sherlock’s neck.
Pride fluttered in this chest amid the panic and the horror - that he had marked his untouchable flatmate with his glacier cold personality and unflappable calm in such a tangible way. Sherlock opened his pale, piercing eyes to fix John with a look that could only be described as mildly irritated, with an undertone of amusement. As though he was in on a secret joke.
“Calm yourself, Doctor. I believe we have just taken part in what is usually dubbed as a one night stand. People do that, you know.”
John could do little other than gape, slowing becoming aware of the aches in his body that could not be attributed to alcohol abuse. Sherlock seemed to still be thinking - his lips opened and closed several times.
“Although I would not be adverse to this continuing past the one night stand stage. Perhaps. The mechanics of our relationship would be hardly altered and the general consensus of the public is that we are already a couple.”
Lifting a hand to his shoulder, John felt the faint imprint of teeth. The jolt that seemed to travel directly to his groin was something he was sure Sherlock noticed judging by his faint smirk before he spoke, voice laced with smug satisfaction.
“And I really would like that coffee.”
At a loss for anything else to do - accuse, shout, lean over and add to the marks on Sherlock’s neck - John stumbled out of bed and pulled on several items of clothes, smoothing them down as he half ran from the room. The phone he still clutched in his hand chirped again as he clicked the kettle on and thumped two cups on the counter.
Neatly categorising the emotions flooding through his system, he noted that regret wasn’t one of them. Calm seeped into his mind and he went about the routine of making the coffee while considering the implications of what had happened. He didn’t risk a look at the message until his thoughts slotted together in a neat, calm manner and his heart stopped racing so alarmingly.
...
Bring ice cubes. Required for ‘cold case’ experiment.
SH
...
FIN
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NNNNNG I BET O.O
This was awesomely hot - I really loved Sherlock "deducing" what they did and John's quick acceptance. Very well done! =D
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reminds me of bro-harry's piece on deviantart. PERFECT.
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Did not know I wanted that. Thank you, anon. ♥
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I love Sherlock deducing what he and John did the previous night :) And hnnnngg bite marks :D
Thank you thank you thank you!
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