[Sherlock watches John for a long moment, hips lips quirking into a slight smile when his hand finds his. He felt that strange sensation in his chest again, a sort of tingling warmth at the knowledge that John would be alright with the rest of the world knowing about them.
He gives a nod of understanding when John explains it. Sherlock really didn't care what anyone thought, but that didn't stop him from wanting to understand exactly what they were before showing anyone else.][He replies, smirking when John chuckles. His expression is decidedly approving when John's protective instinct kicks in.]
I'm sure no one will blame you for that. [He was just fine with ignoring all of her insults, but he certainly wouldn't argue if John finally tried to teach her a lesson. It was comforting to know that John was there for him in every capacity, even though he had always considered himself an independent creature
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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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No more sexy posts for 2 weeks?? Aww! Its okay, just don't you forget about me!! <33mightbebloggingNovember 29 2011, 22:09:57 UTC
[ 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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Stupid edits, sorry! Typing is hard! xDmightbebloggingDecember 15 2011, 00:11:23 UTC
[ 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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Hahaha, it's all good, I know you only type with two fingers, love. XDshutupimageniusDecember 15 2011, 04:00:54 UTC
[It had taken quite a long time for Sherlock to realize the depths of what he felt for John, weeks of maddening introspection going by that seemed to raise more questions than they answered. John made him better, he knew that much. He made him think twice about what he said and did, always wondering what John would think or say before he'd do anything at all. Disappointing him got to him far more than he cared to admit, and on the other hand his smile left him pleased with himself for ages after the fact. He didn't know if any of this was how you were supposed to feel when you loved someone, or indeed if he was even capable of love. At least he and John were both enjoying themselves, and that was enough for now
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Oh, hush you! (He really does. xD And apparently Martin Freeman types like that irl too!)mightbebloggingDecember 15 2011, 04:35:32 UTC
[ John could absolutely gaze at Sherlock for a very long time and probably not get bored. The man's face is just so unique. You don't see people with those high cheekbones, heart-shaped and perfectly kissable lips, or otherworldly eyes like that, just walking down the streets of London. Not to mention the unruly curls, of course, and the utterly gorgeous, damn near model-like body. It could at least partially be the hormones talking, but John knows that's not all of it. He's been in awe of his flatmate for some time now, just took him a bit to realize just how much a physical attraction fit into that equation
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I return, my dear! <3shutupimageniusDecember 19 2011, 03:00:09 UTC
[Sherlock is thoroughly enjoying this moment, letting the post-orgasmic bliss wash over him, warming him from head to toe. He certainly hadn't given romantic affections enough credit before, but he was still glad that it had taken until John to actually try it. This felt much better than he imagined it would have had he just had sex with someone on a whim. They hadn't even had sex yet, actually, and this was still absolutely brilliant, and it had just started. He hadn't even gotten to explore John yet, and that managed to shake him out of his haze enough to suggest they move forward.
He returns the kiss eagerly, moaning softly when John presses it deeper, placing a hand on his cheek to hold him in place. His reply makes him smile unabashedly, the way John always managed to get him to smile. 'I'm yours'. He really, really liked the sound of that. He kissed him again, nudging against him to get him to lay on his back so he could climb on top of him to straddle him.]
Say more. Please. [He breathes, wanting, no, needing to
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Yay! :D and OMG this turned out to be a long post. I'M SORRY. DON'T LEAVE ME <33mightbebloggingDecember 19 2011, 06:03:08 UTC
[ Unfortunately, as with all relationships, there was never a guarantee it would last 'forever.' Although John was something of a romantic, even in his older years, he hadn't yet fooled himself into thinking he'd found this with any of the women he'd dated in the past. At the time, many of those relationships had been quite nice, but there was always that feeling that if things went south... he'd be alright. He could get on fine without them. Sherlock was, of course, the exception in every way possible. The doctor could not possibly imagine a life without him in it. He had nothing to go back to, and nothing else to look forward to. If this new development in their relationship were to somehow backfire and change things for the worse, he'd be devastated - not just because he'd be losing this new physicality... but because he'd be losing his best friend
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<3 Don't be sorry, ILU! I could never leave my Jawn~ <3shutupimageniusDecember 20 2011, 02:22:58 UTC
[Despite the fact that relationships rarely lasted forever, Sherlock would do anything and everything in his power to make it so. There was no danger of his ever getting tired of John, so all that remained was making sure he kept himself in check so John didn't get sick of him. He didn't imagine he would, but he always got paranoid when things started going too well. And this? Well, this was absolutely the definition of 'going well'.
He loves feeling John so pliant underneath him, feeling his implicit trust in how relaxed he was. John was offering him anything, which was good because Sherlock wanted everything. He watches in quiet amusement and satisfaction when it takes John a moment to reply. Every word felt as though it warmed him from the inside out, never imagining that he would hear those words from anyone. John found something worthwhile in him beyond his intellect and callous exterior, which was nothing short of extraordinary. As much as he didn't care to admit it, Sherlock was human, and he did have feelings buried
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He gives a nod of understanding when John explains it. Sherlock really didn't care what anyone thought, but that didn't stop him from wanting to understand exactly what they were before showing anyone else.][He replies, smirking when John chuckles. His expression is decidedly approving when John's protective instinct kicks in.]
I'm sure no one will blame you for that. [He was just fine with ignoring all of her insults, but he certainly wouldn't argue if John finally tried to teach her a lesson. It was comforting to know that John was there for him in every capacity, even though he had always considered himself an independent creature ( ... )
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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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He returns the kiss eagerly, moaning softly when John presses it deeper, placing a hand on his cheek to hold him in place. His reply makes him smile unabashedly, the way John always managed to get him to smile. 'I'm yours'. He really, really liked the sound of that. He kissed him again, nudging against him to get him to lay on his back so he could climb on top of him to straddle him.]
Say more. Please. [He breathes, wanting, no, needing to ( ... )
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He loves feeling John so pliant underneath him, feeling his implicit trust in how relaxed he was. John was offering him anything, which was good because Sherlock wanted everything. He watches in quiet amusement and satisfaction when it takes John a moment to reply. Every word felt as though it warmed him from the inside out, never imagining that he would hear those words from anyone. John found something worthwhile in him beyond his intellect and callous exterior, which was nothing short of extraordinary. As much as he didn't care to admit it, Sherlock was human, and he did have feelings buried ( ... )
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