50 Reasons To Have Sex- Reason 2: Make-Up Sex
Title: Reason 2: Make-up Sex
Series: 50 Reasons To Have Sex
Author: mystic7194mystic7194
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Spoilers:Episode 2.3 and The Adventure of the Empty House by Arthur Conan Doyle ( I set up the mystery but don’t give away the ending)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length:600 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Minor violence, references to sex
Summary: In one of the episodes of How I Met Your Mother the character create a list of 50 reasons to have sex. So I’ve written a fic for every reason. The fics are mostly slash and are from several different fandoms including (but not limited to) BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Grimm, and Glee. Most fics stand alone.
In this chapter Sherlock returns from the dead and John snogs him.
Masterpost
AN: This is based largely on the beginning of one of the cannon stories, The Adventure of the Empty House, adapted into the BBC Sherlock universe. Some lines are taken directly from that short story but I don’t give away the solution to the mystery.
In the spring of 2015, London is fascinated by the murder of Ronald Adair. This diplomat’s son had been shot in his own locked bedroom. The bedroom is on the third floor of a large house located on a busy street. Nobody saw anything and the flower bed under the room’s only window remained undisturbed.
Years of friendship with Sherlock Holmes had left John Watson with an interest in crime. When John heard about the mysterious circumstances surrounding this man’s death he couldn’t help wondering what Sherlock would be able to make of it. Despite John’s own experience with strange deaths he can’t think of any explanation that would satisfy the facts.
The next day he decides to take a walk through London and finds his feet leading him past the house where this strange murder occurred. A group of curious spectators crowd the sidewalk in front of the house trying to catch a glimpse of the crime scene. As John attempts to pass, he bumps into an old man carrying several books causing the books to clatter to the sidewalk.
“Oh, I’m sorry, let me help you.”
When John tries to return the books to their owner the man snarls at him, snatches the books from his hands, and stomps off. John watches as the old man disappears into the crowd before deciding that it’s time to head home.
By the time John reaches his small flat in Kensington, he’s largely forgotten the issue. He’s just put the kettle on for tea when the doorbell rings. He’s surprised to find the old man standing at his front door.
“You look surprised to see me,” the old man says before moving past John into the doctor’s living room.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” John asks once he has caught up with the old man.
“My simple bookstore is only a few doors down from here,” The old man explains. “By chance I saw you enter this flat. I wanted to take the chance to explain my gruff behavior and thank you for picking up my books.”
At that moment the kettle whistles. John automatically turns to look at the source of the noise. When he looks back he sees Sherlock Holmes standing where the old man had been.
“Sherlock,” the name comes from John’s mouth in a combination of amazement and disbelief. He reaches out to grab Sherlock’s arm as if trying to prove to himself that the other man is really standing there. Sherlock can see the moment John realizes what Sherlock has done. His look of astonishment becomes a look of rage.
“You bastard,” John shouts, pushing Sherlock up against the nearest wall. Sherlock braces himself to be hit. He had anticipated violence as one of John’s possible reactions. Instead Sherlock is surprised to feel lips pressed against his own. Everything that John has been feeling for the last three years is poured into the kiss. Sherlock can feel all of the sadness, anger, longing, and regret.
“You died Sherlock,” John states between kisses. “You died and left me alone. You selfish bastard. What was I supposed to do?” Sherlock lets John rant and kiss him. He helps as much as he can as John begins to remove both of their clothing. They’d begun having sex nearly six months before Sherlock had ‘died’ and John’s intimate touch had been something the detective has missed during his three years on the run. The same seems to be true for John.
“I missed you, John,” Sherlock admits. He hopes things can somehow get back to the way they were.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter is for the Sherlock Holmes movie (the first Robert Downey Jr. one). I’ll put it up tomorrow. You could also flow this story on my LiveJournal also under the name Mystic7194.
Series: 50 Reasons To Have Sex
Author: mystic7194mystic7194
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Spoilers:Episode 2.3 and The Adventure of the Empty House by Arthur Conan Doyle ( I set up the mystery but don’t give away the ending)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length:600 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Minor violence, references to sex
Summary: In one of the episodes of How I Met Your Mother the character create a list of 50 reasons to have sex. So I’ve written a fic for every reason. The fics are mostly slash and are from several different fandoms including (but not limited to) BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Grimm, and Glee. Most fics stand alone.
In this chapter Sherlock returns from the dead and John snogs him.
Masterpost
AN: This is based largely on the beginning of one of the cannon stories, The Adventure of the Empty House, adapted into the BBC Sherlock universe. Some lines are taken directly from that short story but I don’t give away the solution to the mystery.
In the spring of 2015, London is fascinated by the murder of Ronald Adair. This diplomat’s son had been shot in his own locked bedroom. The bedroom is on the third floor of a large house located on a busy street. Nobody saw anything and the flower bed under the room’s only window remained undisturbed.
Years of friendship with Sherlock Holmes had left John Watson with an interest in crime. When John heard about the mysterious circumstances surrounding this man’s death he couldn’t help wondering what Sherlock would be able to make of it. Despite John’s own experience with strange deaths he can’t think of any explanation that would satisfy the facts.
The next day he decides to take a walk through London and finds his feet leading him past the house where this strange murder occurred. A group of curious spectators crowd the sidewalk in front of the house trying to catch a glimpse of the crime scene. As John attempts to pass, he bumps into an old man carrying several books causing the books to clatter to the sidewalk.
“Oh, I’m sorry, let me help you.”
When John tries to return the books to their owner the man snarls at him, snatches the books from his hands, and stomps off. John watches as the old man disappears into the crowd before deciding that it’s time to head home.
By the time John reaches his small flat in Kensington, he’s largely forgotten the issue. He’s just put the kettle on for tea when the doorbell rings. He’s surprised to find the old man standing at his front door.
“You look surprised to see me,” the old man says before moving past John into the doctor’s living room.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” John asks once he has caught up with the old man.
“My simple bookstore is only a few doors down from here,” The old man explains. “By chance I saw you enter this flat. I wanted to take the chance to explain my gruff behavior and thank you for picking up my books.”
At that moment the kettle whistles. John automatically turns to look at the source of the noise. When he looks back he sees Sherlock Holmes standing where the old man had been.
“Sherlock,” the name comes from John’s mouth in a combination of amazement and disbelief. He reaches out to grab Sherlock’s arm as if trying to prove to himself that the other man is really standing there. Sherlock can see the moment John realizes what Sherlock has done. His look of astonishment becomes a look of rage.
“You bastard,” John shouts, pushing Sherlock up against the nearest wall. Sherlock braces himself to be hit. He had anticipated violence as one of John’s possible reactions. Instead Sherlock is surprised to feel lips pressed against his own. Everything that John has been feeling for the last three years is poured into the kiss. Sherlock can feel all of the sadness, anger, longing, and regret.
“You died Sherlock,” John states between kisses. “You died and left me alone. You selfish bastard. What was I supposed to do?” Sherlock lets John rant and kiss him. He helps as much as he can as John begins to remove both of their clothing. They’d begun having sex nearly six months before Sherlock had ‘died’ and John’s intimate touch had been something the detective has missed during his three years on the run. The same seems to be true for John.
“I missed you, John,” Sherlock admits. He hopes things can somehow get back to the way they were.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter is for the Sherlock Holmes movie (the first Robert Downey Jr. one). I’ll put it up tomorrow. You could also flow this story on my LiveJournal also under the name Mystic7194.