Fill: Sherlock Says What? (1/1)jellybean728February 9 2011, 03:33:29 UTC
Sort of crack/fluff.
Sherlock noted John was unusually quiet this morning as he sipped his tea. Normally John spent his morning before work reading the newspaper and making comments that he knew would spark Sherlock into conversation, even it was a bitter diatribe about the stupidity of his fellow man.
"John?" One of the things Sherlock liked best about John was his forthrightness. That single question had always been enough invitation for John to speak whatever was on his mind.
"I'm fine," John said. Clearly lying, Sherlock thought. "It's just..." John paused, fiddling with the handle of his teacup. Sherlock became concerned. John only fiddled when something was truly wrong. John cleared his throat. Even worse. Fiddling and throat clearing ranked in the territory of I've found a dismembered body part in an unsavory area of the flat and it concerns me you might actually be experimenting on a person you killed and chopped into little pieces.
"Please, John, what is it?" His voice certainly did not waver.
"Last night, when we, uh, when we..."
No. No, no, no, he was sure, he can't change his mind now he can't, Sherlock inhaled sharply.
"John, I realize that last night was a new experience for you, and that considering your previously strictly heterosexual encounters you might be feeling a certain sense of panic or perhaps regret."
"What? No. No," John cleared his throat a second time. "Sherlock, no. I'm not in a panic, and I certainly don't regret it. And, if we're going to have this conversation, then it wasn't, I haven't only had heterosexual encounters. Before." John fiddled with the teacup again before looking at Sherlock quickly. "No, I wanted to ask. Last night, when you, you said something and I, well it wasn't, it's fine, just unexpected."
"John, I appreciate this is clearly uncomfortable for you, but I am going to require one complete and coherent sentence to be able to understand what you're trying to ask," Sherlock said, much more calmly now that he knew John wasn't sorry about last night, and eager to get past whatever John was so unsure about and move on to questioning him about his previous partners.
"Last night, when you, when you climaxed, you said strontium."
Ah.
"Yes, I can see why you might find that unsettling," Sherlock cleared his throat, and immediately regretted it as he knew John would recognize it for what it was. A sign of discomfort. "Truthfully, I was hoping to, prolong our intercourse, and I normally find reciting the elements on the periodic table an effective method of delaying my orgasm."
"Strontium is an alkaline metal, yes?" John asked with a smile.
"It was less effective with you than it had been in the past," Sherlock admitted.
"Well," John smirked, "maybe tonight we'll have to work on getting you to the noble gases."
Re: Fill: Sherlock Says What? (1/1)robinhood221bFebruary 11 2011, 05:32:06 UTC
I'd just like to share this. Today in chemistry we were going over a difficult problem- and it happened to involve Strontium. I absolutely could NOT concentrate as i was trying to control my giggles. Thank you for making class more fun :)
Sherlock noted John was unusually quiet this morning as he sipped his tea. Normally John spent his morning before work reading the newspaper and making comments that he knew would spark Sherlock into conversation, even it was a bitter diatribe about the stupidity of his fellow man.
"John?" One of the things Sherlock liked best about John was his forthrightness. That single question had always been enough invitation for John to speak whatever was on his mind.
"I'm fine," John said. Clearly lying, Sherlock thought. "It's just..." John paused, fiddling with the handle of his teacup. Sherlock became concerned. John only fiddled when something was truly wrong. John cleared his throat. Even worse. Fiddling and throat clearing ranked in the territory of I've found a dismembered body part in an unsavory area of the flat and it concerns me you might actually be experimenting on a person you killed and chopped into little pieces.
"Please, John, what is it?" His voice certainly did not waver.
"Last night, when we, uh, when we..."
No. No, no, no, he was sure, he can't change his mind now he can't, Sherlock inhaled sharply.
"John, I realize that last night was a new experience for you, and that considering your previously strictly heterosexual encounters you might be feeling a certain sense of panic or perhaps regret."
"What? No. No," John cleared his throat a second time. "Sherlock, no. I'm not in a panic, and I certainly don't regret it. And, if we're going to have this conversation, then it wasn't, I haven't only had heterosexual encounters. Before." John fiddled with the teacup again before looking at Sherlock quickly. "No, I wanted to ask. Last night, when you, you said something and I, well it wasn't, it's fine, just unexpected."
"John, I appreciate this is clearly uncomfortable for you, but I am going to require one complete and coherent sentence to be able to understand what you're trying to ask," Sherlock said, much more calmly now that he knew John wasn't sorry about last night, and eager to get past whatever John was so unsure about and move on to questioning him about his previous partners.
"Last night, when you, when you climaxed, you said strontium."
Ah.
"Yes, I can see why you might find that unsettling," Sherlock cleared his throat, and immediately regretted it as he knew John would recognize it for what it was. A sign of discomfort. "Truthfully, I was hoping to, prolong our intercourse, and I normally find reciting the elements on the periodic table an effective method of delaying my orgasm."
"Strontium is an alkaline metal, yes?" John asked with a smile.
"It was less effective with you than it had been in the past," Sherlock admitted.
"Well," John smirked, "maybe tonight we'll have to work on getting you to the noble gases."
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Awesome fill is awesome! :DDDDD
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