[Sherlock smirks back at John's grin at his praise, more than looking forward to finding out what sort of other things John is good at apart from amateur deductive reasoning. He can feel John's awe of him as much as see it, and it picks him up every time because it was so rare that he was complimented or respected for the work he did.
He glances back to John from where he was staring out the window contemplatively, often reading into John's expression what he might say next, but he was drawing a blank at the way John was looking at him now. He's surprised, certainly, to hear all that, though he was similarly afflicted himself. Still, it was all very new to him to have someone express interest in him where it was mutual.
He gives a sly smile and leans in a bit, falling all too easily into flirting in return, though John was the only one where it was genuine.]I think your priorities are exactly where they ought to be. And you know, it'll be a good ten more minutes before we're anywhere near the crime scene. If you're so
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[Sherlock would swear up and down that everyone and everything in London was out to make this trip back to the flat as agonizingly long as possible. He climbs into the cab, sighing irritably to himself as he calculated in his head that the very soonest they could be home was fifteen minutes, which may as well have been years for how far off it seemed.
He tapped the fingers of his free hand impatiently on his knee as they rode, only pausing when he looked at John and relaxed a bit when he saw his smile. He watched, transfixed, as John picked up his hand and kissed his fingers, smiling softly at the calming gesture. John managed to relax him quite easily, his fingers stilling as he enjoyed the attention. He leans over to rest his head against John's, counting down the minutes until they were home.
When they finally arrived, he tossed some money at the cabbie and all but dragged John up the stairs, feeling like he only took his first real breath as soon as he pressed their door closed.]
[ John relaxed against Sherlock in the cab, his smile softening even though inwardly, he was still buzzing with anticipation. He was still surprised and humbled to know this impossible, lovely, brilliant man would become so emotionally invested in an ordinary man like him, would even want him... it wasn't something he could put into words. Then again, he probably was the more romantic of the two
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[Sherlock would certainly tell John he was being ridiculous if he ever were to think that he somehow wasn't worthy of his attention. John may not be perfect, but then Sherlock didn't really believe perfection existed. He did believe that John was perfect for him, though. He made him better, and called him brilliant when others called him a freak. That alone made all the difference for someone so used to being written off and insulted at every turn just because he was a bit (read: extremely) eccentric
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[ To put it simply, they just functioned better together - two men, so very different who understood and complemented each other. It helped, of course, that they were clearly attracted to each other on the physical level as well. Meanwhile, John's head was already starting to swim and his thoughts were becoming fuzzy as he kissed Sherlock so hungrily. When the other man's one, questioning word registered in his mind, however, his own heart skipped a beat or two. ]
Yeah, alright. [ He returned just as breathily, shucking out of his own coat and tossing it aside, not caring much where it would fall. Honestly, no, he didn't think they were going too fast. If anything, it had taken them centuries to get to this point - everything had led up to this. Breaking the kiss, he quickly snatched up Sherlock's hand and tugged him towards his room. John's room was probably cleaner - being former military and all, it was bred into him to keep a spotless bed and all - but it was upstairs, and Sherlock's room was just closer. Once there, he turned
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[John meant a great deal to Sherlock, that much was certain, though he had no idea just how much. It got to the point before all this that Sherlock couldn't stand whenever John would go to Sarah's simply because he wasn't there with him. His thoughts would quickly spiral out of control at that point, and had him thinking of if John ever ended up getting married and moving out. Just the thought of it unsettled him. What would he do when someone so perfectly there as John was suddenly gone? He couldn't handle the idea, which led him to acting strange for days before finally entertaining the thought that maybe he could replace Sarah. He didn't expect it to work, but John was remarkably obliging to the idea
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So I've decided I have two favorite Sherlocks and you, m'dear, are one of them. <3mightbebloggingNovember 24 2011, 02:16:10 UTC
[ This thing between them had been growing almost since day one. Of course, he hadn't known what it was then. John had been bound and determined to be attracted to women, which he was, but none, even the pleasant Sarah had ever affected him as much as Sherlock had - both physically and mentally. To have crossed the boundaries into this physical part of their developing relationship was indescribable in how excitingly frightening and wonderful it was. Frightening, perhaps, because he felt like he could hardly control himself, control this... but he wasn't looking back. The time for looking back had been ages ago, when he'd killed a man for the detective, or probably when he'd decided this was the life for him - at 221B Baker Street, with the eccentric, impossibly insufferable Sherlock Holmes
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Omggg <333 You're one of my favorite Johns too! I'm going to cuddle the hell out of you~shutupimageniusNovember 24 2011, 03:32:29 UTC
[Whatever it was that was constantly bringing them closer and closer together, Sherlock was certainly grateful for it. He never felt the urge to want to be close with people before, so it was almost as if it had all been saved up for John to the point where he wanted no space between them. No lines, no boundaries, no walls. It was incredible and terrifying at the same time for someone who always kept everyone at a distance until now. He wanted to study John completely, and this was certainly offering him that opportunity
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D'aww! We so awesome. :DmightbebloggingNovember 24 2011, 04:08:07 UTC
[ It was quite possible John forgot how to breathe for a moment or two. He didn't expect Sherlock to be anything but absolutely gorgeous, of course, but thinking that, and seeing it for himself were two very different things. So he was also unabashedly staring, drinking in that lean, pale form, all lanky limbs and legs that were also elegant and graceful and, yes, still quite masculine. It made him less self-conscious about his own flawed form, but those familiar fingers entwining themselves with his own and that smile on the other man's face was what really did it. He did relax, probably visibly, returning the smile easily, and reached out his free hand to gently touch the younger man's bare hip, thumb stroking. It was the first of many touches he hoped to have that night. ]
You're perfect.
[ John spoke just above a whisper, brow raised on his softened expression. Cliche or not, it was clear that he meant it, knowing that Sherlock was made more perfect in his imperfections. John had not a doubt in his mind that he was the most
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[Sherlock felt decidedly better when John reacted in the same way he had with the barely restrained desire to study and touch and feel as much as possible. He was glad he regained himself enough to be able to take John's hand, rewarded with the way he relaxed and smiled again. They would get through this together, just like always
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[ John didn't expect Sherlock to be perfect at this, or to know exactly what to say or do at the right moment. To be perfectly honest, there wasn't a right or wrong time, and he was hardly the expert in this situation, anyway. Yes, perhaps he'd had more experience in intimacy, but this was different. This was Sherlock Holmes, who he'd come to care for more than he could probably say in words - and even if he tried right now, he'd just embarrass them both, anyway. It was more a time for feeling their way through. Actions were louder than words could ever be
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[Sherlock was certainly glad that this situation would be difficult for even him to screw up, which was good because he was rubbish at real human interaction (as good as he was at mimicking it now and then). John was patient, though. If he got overwhelmed or froze up, John would talk him through, just like always
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[ For someone who thought he wasn't very good at human interaction, Sherlock was doing quite well. Not that John ever thought the man inhuman. He was quite aware of himself, his intelligent thought process, and the unfortunate fact that everyone else were idiots, of course, but he was still human. John was more than happy to help him explore this, just as they'd already developed the close bond of friendship since they'd moved in together. Touch and intimacy really felt like the next natural steps to take, when words failed them in describing just how much they meant to each other
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[Sherlock was mostly relying on John's direction and mirroring his actions that worked oh so well on himself. He had always thought that tactile stimulation was pointless and/or awkward, but John made it so that it was anything but. Now that his apparent appetite for touching John everywhere had been whetted, he was throwing himself headlong into this, currently tasking himself with becoming a master of kissing
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Sorry for late tags!! <33mightbebloggingNovember 27 2011, 01:27:36 UTC
[ Every one of Sherlock's reaction did something for John, and he enjoyed each - from the vibration coming from those lovely moans, to the way his body shuddered beneath his mouth. It was incredible, to think he could do this to Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps the man had been a bit more intimacy deprived than he'd let on. John supposed it was something he'd shut off, focusing his energies into other things - mainly, the cases. But now he seemed to crave the touch just as much as the good doctor enjoyed giving it.
When Sherlock spoke, he moved his head up to eagerly meet that kiss, smiling crookedly against those lips. He searched the other's vivid, otherworldly gaze... and he was quite certain he forgot how to breathe, speak, or do much of anything else. He was humbled and excited and it sent a pleasurable shock through his body just to hear that affirmation about how good this really was for him. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips - he couldn't help it, and he shook his head fondly, considering the younger man thoughtfully. ]Who would have
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No worries! JSYK I am going on vacation on the 30th for two weeks so don't think I'm forgetting you!shutupimageniusNovember 28 2011, 17:41:37 UTC
[Sherlock barely even registered at how he was reacting at this point, and he certainly would have felt foolish at how easily he was reduced to this if this were anyone other than John. This was definitely something he had never indulged in before, and he never could have guessed just how mind-numbingly (literally) good it all was. Ever the addict, he was becoming more and more enraptured by what John was offering, and he had no idea what he'd do if he stopped at this point.
John's reaction to his reply certainly relaxed him, considering he was still trying to get used to what to say and do at any given time in this situation. He came down from his endorphin-high enough to bring John back into focus, giving a half-smile at the way he chuckled.]
I never would have imagined it. But then, I supposed it never seemed much like something in the realm of possibility until now. [He returned the kiss gently, enjoying the way it thrilled him each time that John did that
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He glances back to John from where he was staring out the window contemplatively, often reading into John's expression what he might say next, but he was drawing a blank at the way John was looking at him now. He's surprised, certainly, to hear all that, though he was similarly afflicted himself. Still, it was all very new to him to have someone express interest in him where it was mutual.
He gives a sly smile and leans in a bit, falling all too easily into flirting in return, though John was the only one where it was genuine.]I think your priorities are exactly where they ought to be. And you know, it'll be a good ten more minutes before we're anywhere near the crime scene. If you're so ( ... )
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He tapped the fingers of his free hand impatiently on his knee as they rode, only pausing when he looked at John and relaxed a bit when he saw his smile. He watched, transfixed, as John picked up his hand and kissed his fingers, smiling softly at the calming gesture. John managed to relax him quite easily, his fingers stilling as he enjoyed the attention. He leans over to rest his head against John's, counting down the minutes until they were home.
When they finally arrived, he tossed some money at the cabbie and all but dragged John up the stairs, feeling like he only took his first real breath as soon as he pressed their door closed.]
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Yeah, alright. [ He returned just as breathily, shucking out of his own coat and tossing it aside, not caring much where it would fall. Honestly, no, he didn't think they were going too fast. If anything, it had taken them centuries to get to this point - everything had led up to this. Breaking the kiss, he quickly snatched up Sherlock's hand and tugged him towards his room. John's room was probably cleaner - being former military and all, it was bred into him to keep a spotless bed and all - but it was upstairs, and Sherlock's room was just closer. Once there, he turned ( ... )
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When Sherlock spoke, he moved his head up to eagerly meet that kiss, smiling crookedly against those lips. He searched the other's vivid, otherworldly gaze... and he was quite certain he forgot how to breathe, speak, or do much of anything else. He was humbled and excited and it sent a pleasurable shock through his body just to hear that affirmation about how good this really was for him. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips - he couldn't help it, and he shook his head fondly, considering the younger man thoughtfully. ]Who would have ( ... )
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John's reaction to his reply certainly relaxed him, considering he was still trying to get used to what to say and do at any given time in this situation. He came down from his endorphin-high enough to bring John back into focus, giving a half-smile at the way he chuckled.]
I never would have imagined it. But then, I supposed it never seemed much like something in the realm of possibility until now. [He returned the kiss gently, enjoying the way it thrilled him each time that John did that ( ... )
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