FIIIIIIIC! S/L, "TO BE ALIVE AND ALONE"
HEY YOU GUYS, I AM CHEATER ON THE INTERNETS AND AM NOT EXACTLY SURE HOW. ANYWAY, I SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAKE AN S/L FANMIX. AND THEN I WROTE FIC FOR/WITH IT. HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN? SOMEWHERE, JOHN IS WEEPING IN A CORNER D: I'LL GET THE REST UP WHEN I FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET ON THE ACTUAL INTERNET, BECAUSE THIS ISN'T REALLY SOMETHING I CAN DO FROM MY PHONE.
Title: To be Alive and Alone
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade
Rating: PG or something, idek. I say "orgasms" about four times, but no one actually has one, so.
Word count: 221
Notes: Track 2 of 9, song is here. 221B ficlets (221 words, last word beginning with the letter b); these kind of wrote themselves!
Summary: Relationships are way too much (don't give me your heart because I've had enough).
The way Lestrade had thought this was going to work is that there would be orgasms. And there have been. And they have remarkably exceeded his expectations, whatever those were. He can't quite recall, and it hardly matters as they failed to live up to reality, which is rather the point. But he'd also thought, he can dimly remember, that there would be little more beyond that. Probably lots of being ignored mostly, and then lots of being run out on afterward, before the sweat's even dried. So, the usual. Only with orgasms. But he has found, instead, that Sherlock is surprisingly tactile. Little things, like grabbing his arm when he's thought of something. A hand at his elbow, when they walk. Or like now, curled around him and sighing impatiently.
"I'm not your boyfriend, Lestrade. Don't over-think this. That's something I never thought I'd say to you. It's only sex."
Well. What is there to say? Nothing really, so Lestrade goes with that. He can ignore the condescension. Whatever anyone else thinks, Lestrade is clever enough to know Sherlock doesn't consider him half as dim as he claims to. He's also clever enough to know that this...thing between them, whatever it is, isn't only anything and he's quite lost track of how long it is since it has been.
Title: To be Alive and Alone
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/Lestrade
Rating: PG or something, idek. I say "orgasms" about four times, but no one actually has one, so.
Word count: 221
Notes: Track 2 of 9, song is here. 221B ficlets (221 words, last word beginning with the letter b); these kind of wrote themselves!
Summary: Relationships are way too much (don't give me your heart because I've had enough).
The way Lestrade had thought this was going to work is that there would be orgasms. And there have been. And they have remarkably exceeded his expectations, whatever those were. He can't quite recall, and it hardly matters as they failed to live up to reality, which is rather the point. But he'd also thought, he can dimly remember, that there would be little more beyond that. Probably lots of being ignored mostly, and then lots of being run out on afterward, before the sweat's even dried. So, the usual. Only with orgasms. But he has found, instead, that Sherlock is surprisingly tactile. Little things, like grabbing his arm when he's thought of something. A hand at his elbow, when they walk. Or like now, curled around him and sighing impatiently.
"I'm not your boyfriend, Lestrade. Don't over-think this. That's something I never thought I'd say to you. It's only sex."
Well. What is there to say? Nothing really, so Lestrade goes with that. He can ignore the condescension. Whatever anyone else thinks, Lestrade is clever enough to know Sherlock doesn't consider him half as dim as he claims to. He's also clever enough to know that this...thing between them, whatever it is, isn't only anything and he's quite lost track of how long it is since it has been.