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anonymous
October 23 2011, 03:17:48 UTC
Sherlock sat next to the bed, resting his hand on John's forehead. There was the barest hint of fringe, now that he'd gone weeks without a haircut, and it was plastered to his forehead with sweat. Sherlock smoothed it back, but John seemed hardly to notice, alternately staring up at the ceiling and screwing his eyes shut
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anonymous
October 23 2011, 03:41:33 UTC
In the months of his pregnancy John's erections, when they happened at all, had been softer, more malleable. Sherlock had put that down both to the surge of oestrogen as well as the stress of being a pregnant male under constant scrutiny and hidden from sight-- a sumptuous prison was still a prison-- and over the last month it had been practically quiescent, smaller, and John's bollocks had seemed to shrink as well
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anonymous
October 23 2011, 03:50:38 UTC
John's gasps of pleasure turned to high pitched whimpers then deeper grunts and pants as a contraction gripped him, the swell of his stomach pressing hard against Sherlock's body where he was draped around him
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anonymous
October 23 2011, 03:59:48 UTC
John shifted so he was lying more on his back as Sherlock slid away from him, his left arm warm and damp from being beneath John's back for so long. He slid down the bed, pulling John's trousers all the way off and tossing them to the floor
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anonymous
October 23 2011, 04:33:58 UTC
Sherlock took his mouth away and looked around the room. On a table near the bed there were already some supplies laid out for the birth, including s stainless steel bowl full of mineral oil. He reached for it and glanced at John
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anonymous
October 23 2011, 06:29:38 UTC
The pressure, when it came, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He pushed his free hand into John's tailbone, trying to counter the pressure that John was feeling in his own body.
Sarah was speaking low to him, a constant murmur push, push, push. The pressure went on and on, until finally there was a sudden splash, a sound like a faucet on, and Sherlock's feet were covered in warm liquid
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anonymous
October 24 2011, 00:50:10 UTC
In the next room Mycroft was waiting, along with a paediatrician who needed to examine the baby, take blood from her heel, weigh her, and stick tiny EKG electrodes on her. Sherlock bristled at him with every step, barely held in check by Mycroft's low words
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