[ John is, as always, fascinated as he watches Sherlock go through his process of deduction, seemingly picking things out of thin air. His looks is among those stunned, of course, although he's the only one that grins back at the detective. The others, namely Anderson and Donovan, look rather annoyed and put off. Lestrade just looks resigned, poor man. ]
Fantastic.
[ The word is out of the doctor's lips before he can stop it. Of course, praise from him is nothing new. What is a bit new, however, is the way he's admiring Sherlock with his eyes. No one seems to pick up on it, save Sally, who looks a bit suspicious. Poor John doesn't notice it.
There is a secret shared between the consulting detective and his doctor now, after all. The sooner this case is solved, the better, so they can return to doing certain other things. And God help him, but John wants to pull the taller man aside and snog the hell out of him, right there and then
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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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[ 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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[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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[ Don't worry, John had no intentions of stopping any time soon - at least, not until they were both pleasantly spent. He intended on showing Sherlock how much he meant to him, and just how many incredibly erotic sensations sex could truly offer him. As for him speaking French, the language of love? That would certainly be something that would probably just about send the good doctor over the edge
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[There were so many things Sherlock was looking forward to about this new venture of theirs. It was exhilarating to feel all the profound effects John's touch and words had on him, and he was content for now just to lie back and let him have at him. He was excited about getting to study John in turn, of course, but he reminded himself that they had nothing but time for all of that.
He really rather liked the pet name John had chose for him, looking forward to getting to use it himself as well. The idea of his getting to say 'come along, love' when they were out together appealed to him quite a lot, in fact.
His mind went blissfully blank when John touched him like that, glad to know that it wasn't a fluke when his mind went quiet earlier and that this would happen whenever John touched him. He watched John as he spoke through eyes hooded with lust and adoration and a whole myriad of feelings that he had for him that he thought he would never feel for anyone.]
I was never interested in it until you. [He admitted, leaning into
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[ John loved seeing Sherlock like this. The sounds he was making were practically melodious on that deep baritone of his, mellifluously caressing the good doctor's senses. That, combined with the way his lithe body moved and writhed in pleasure made him seem like some exquisite work of art. It was more than enough to just arouse him even more.
When Sherlock reveals how he was never interested in this until John came around, he cannot help but be touched and, well, rather flattered. His heart probably skips a beat, and his smile is a bit sheepish, but he simply nods, trying to take it in stride but basically failing miserably. He's not quite sure what to say to that, really.
John is enjoying showing this particular affection on Sherlock, and the way the younger man is moaning and purring sends a shiver of pleasure down his own spine. And the toes curling in the sheets, along with the added pressure of those fingers stroking and pulling gently at his hair? It goes straight to his groin, as well. Turned on as he is, he's just about
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[Sherlock's words were all true, the thought of physical affection never crossing his mind before John came along. It was very slow going to come to terms with it, nearly a month going by of little moments where Sherlock felt something he couldn't place for the man. There was the rather annoying feeling whenever John was out with Sarah which he now realized was jealousy, as well as many more moments where John would smile or their hands would brush and he would be left reeling at the disorienting surge of affection he felt for him. As terrifying as it had been, he was certainly glad he finally came clean and told John that yes alright maybe he felt quite a bit of something for him, as much as he still had trouble putting it into words
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[ Strange thing was, John had always considered himself quite straight. Back during his days at uni, he had never felt the urge to 'experiment' with other 'blokes.' Even in Afghanistan, where a blind eye was often turned to such things, and it was not completely uncommon, since he was around other men so much... even then, he'd never felt the urge. He had always been very attracted to women, and he hadn't been called 'Three Continents Watson' for nothing. But then came this incredibly insufferable, impossibly immature, undeniably attractive man quite literally sweeping into his life, and everything changed. Not right away, of course. He really had tried with Sarah, and he still liked her, even though they had stopped dating some time ago. And it wasn't like Sherlock had ever been even remotely interested. He'd said in so many words that he was practically asexual and his work meant everything
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[As much as John considered himself straight, Sherlock considered himself to be as disinterested in sex as one was capable of being. He'd had offers, certainly, and he'd been almost vaguely intrigued by some of them, at least until they would say something stupid and put him off completely. His mental file on romanticism had only contained the word 'unnecessary' until he started to become intrigued/annoyed whenever John went out on dates
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[ Although John had considered himself straight up until now, the label had changed somewhat. Sherlock was clearly the exception to his 'rule.' Not that labels or rules could possibly ever apply to the so very unique consulting detective. It had just taken him a while to realize what they really meant to each other. This was only the very beginning of everything they could do to each other, everything they could explore and discover together. John might have been the more romantic of the two, but he knew this was the beginning of the 'honeymoon' stage, where everything was new and felt impossibly brilliant, and even if it wouldn't last forever, right now, he absolutely adored everything about it
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[Sherlock had been just fine with being a complete enigma and leaving people wondering sometimes if he even had genitalia. He engaged in masturbation very infrequently, and even then he didn't really think of a certain person or even a certain sex
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[ Working and living so closely together with a man he had come to admire, trust, and depend upon so much, John had wondered if there could be something else developing between them. Even before this moment, if someone had asked if he'd take a bullet for Sherlock, he would have quickly replied that yes - there was very little he would have not done for the detective, even lay down his own life. It just took a while longer for him to realize this mystery of a man himself was indeed interested in him and in more than just friendly terms at that. Whatever this was, exactly, he was clearly overeager to take advantage of everything they now had to offer each other
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Fantastic.
[ The word is out of the doctor's lips before he can stop it. Of course, praise from him is nothing new. What is a bit new, however, is the way he's admiring Sherlock with his eyes. No one seems to pick up on it, save Sally, who looks a bit suspicious. Poor John doesn't notice it.
There is a secret shared between the consulting detective and his doctor now, after all. The sooner this case is solved, the better, so they can return to doing certain other things. And God help him, but John wants to pull the taller man aside and snog the hell out of him, right there and then ( ... )
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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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He really rather liked the pet name John had chose for him, looking forward to getting to use it himself as well. The idea of his getting to say 'come along, love' when they were out together appealed to him quite a lot, in fact.
His mind went blissfully blank when John touched him like that, glad to know that it wasn't a fluke when his mind went quiet earlier and that this would happen whenever John touched him. He watched John as he spoke through eyes hooded with lust and adoration and a whole myriad of feelings that he had for him that he thought he would never feel for anyone.]
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When Sherlock reveals how he was never interested in this until John came around, he cannot help but be touched and, well, rather flattered. His heart probably skips a beat, and his smile is a bit sheepish, but he simply nods, trying to take it in stride but basically failing miserably. He's not quite sure what to say to that, really.
John is enjoying showing this particular affection on Sherlock, and the way the younger man is moaning and purring sends a shiver of pleasure down his own spine. And the toes curling in the sheets, along with the added pressure of those fingers stroking and pulling gently at his hair? It goes straight to his groin, as well. Turned on as he is, he's just about ( ... )
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