Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 1
anonymous
October 23 2010, 05:13:54 UTC
Sherlock has an awful tendency.
Well, strictly speaking, she has several awful tendencies (severed limbs, truly disturbing sketch work, not to mention mixing things which are not tea and yet closely resemble tea without informing her flatmates they are, as a matter of fact, quite deadly and, yes, being just a 'little unconscious and not nearly dead at all, John, do stop yelling like that' is indeed wrong) as well as some mildly irritating ones and the godawful madness she only trots out when Mycroft is in the vicinity, but that's all fine. Good. Brilliant even as they have nothing to do with the awful tendency in particular
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Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 1
anonymous
October 23 2010, 05:14:23 UTC
Gabbing the blankets, scattered about as they are, John pulls them over his head and rolls away from the door. Contrary to Sherlock's assertion, the room is absolutely freezing and the warmth of his bed is slowly pulling him back under. A few more hours of sleep would be grand considering just how late she'd had him up, scrambling about the city, only a few steps ahead of cop and criminal alike
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Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 2
anonymous
October 23 2010, 13:53:19 UTC
whoops broken html tag, fixing before part 2
"Your -- " John thinks that is, possibly, the moment his brain truly wakes up which is slightly horrifying. You see, when his brain does wake up, she's still there and she's grinning at him. "Sherlock, what on earth are you on about?"
Satisfied she has his attention, Sherlock sits back on her heels "Cunnilingus, I need you to perform cunnilingus." She leans in, hair and robe falling forward with the motion. Yes, she's naked and, yes, she's serious. "On me."
Christ.
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"You want me to what?" The words start off at a near roar, but Sherlock fixes him with one of those absurd 'mind the neighbours, John' looks of hers. She keeps it special for the moments when she's decided to do something truly outrageous and would rather quash all attempts at protest before he can talk her out of it. Mrs. Hudson's 'delicate constitution' is usually the most effective as, generally, Sherlock's truly outrageous moments either involve his gun or the very small hours of the morning when either one, or both
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Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 2
anonymous
October 23 2010, 13:54:08 UTC
"But you'd like to," she says, confident. Damnation. He remembers being somewhat inscrutable once and quite misses it. Having every thought and intention exposed at every moment of the day does get tiring. "That is my point, John. Why are we debating this?" She sits up. "You'll protest as you believe yourself to be a gentleman and, as such, are not supposed to harbour such desires for your flatmate. I will, inevitably, shred each and everyone of your reasons as being a fallacy
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Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 3
anonymous
October 24 2010, 04:46:21 UTC
She's stared at him before. Does it daily, in truth. She'll stop whatever it is she's doing, look at him for a long moment, eyes impossibly intent and searching. She's not once said anything, asked anything, she'll just blink and go back to her work.
He's never dared ask (with Sherlock one never asks a question one doesn't want answered) for an explanation and she's never offered one. She just does it, it's over, and they carry on.
He's used to that, but not this. Not her staring at him with pale, serious eyes, that speak of things he can't bear to consider. "I thought -- " he falls silent and shuts his eyes. He's not this. He isn't. He's never worried like this before, never thought himself not enough (liar), and he can't think that and look at her too. Not when she's staring at him like he's the answer to every riddle she's ever asked.
John shuts his eyes. He doesn't know what to do next. With Sherlock he never does. He knows that he's tired, that he's confused, and that she's looking at him. He doesn't know what he's supposed
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Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 3
anonymous
October 24 2010, 04:46:52 UTC
She lets herself tip back onto the bed. The robe's a lost cause now, spread across the bed beneath her. She is, indeed, naked beneath it. Gloriously, perfectly naked and he's staring. Staring at her without a thought in his head beyond incoherent lust.
"That's cheating," he manages.
Her look of innocence is well practised, but not enough. He doesn't buy it for a second. Knows her too well to believe it.
"Not if you know why I'm doing it," she says, fingers tapping out time on her thigh. He lets himself watch those fingers, amazed he can do so all things considered, and they shift from tapping to a slow, lazy circle. One that widens with every rotation, sliding ever closer to dark curls.
"Oh, even then."
She huffs a laugh. "Fine, if I tell you, then will you promise to demonstrate cunnilingus?"
"You mystify me," he says, laughing. "You're trading sex for an honest answer
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Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4
anonymous
October 27 2010, 13:37:26 UTC
Since meeting Sherlock Holmes, John's had a proper education in a great many things. The expected murders, mayhem, and also the many varying pained expressions Scotland Yard inspectors are capable of producing when their consulting detectives are feeling particularly ill-tempered that day. Learned so many things, really, and not the least of which is that, somewhere along the line, they've been the making of one another
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Re: Nocturne - John/girl!Sherlock pt 4
anonymous
October 27 2010, 13:38:46 UTC
He turns his attention to her proper and the sight of dark curls covering pink flesh, both shining with the beginnings of lubrication, and it's absolutely brilliant. God. He squirms against the bed, rutting himself against the blankets, eager for friction of his own at the sight. Her name might slip past his lips and his might come from her in answer, but he pays it not enough time to truly know. Not when he's stroking a finger down her outer lips, feeling that heat beneath his skin, and working up the nerve to put lips to her body.
She groans, hips moving as he parts her with his hands, baring her clitoris to his attention. "Right," he says, close enough to her that every word pushes air against her, "how's this an experiment again?"
"Oh, shut up and get on with it," she complains, thumping him with the heel of one foot.
He laughs and does precisely as commanded. Not the first time he's done this, of course, but still. It's Sherlock. That requires a certain level of care, dedication to detail, and sheer inventiveness to be applied
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Well, strictly speaking, she has several awful tendencies (severed limbs, truly disturbing sketch work, not to mention mixing things which are not tea and yet closely resemble tea without informing her flatmates they are, as a matter of fact, quite deadly and, yes, being just a 'little unconscious and not nearly dead at all, John, do stop yelling like that' is indeed wrong) as well as some mildly irritating ones and the godawful madness she only trots out when Mycroft is in the vicinity, but that's all fine. Good. Brilliant even as they have nothing to do with the awful tendency in particular ( ... )
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"Your -- " John thinks that is, possibly, the moment his brain truly wakes up which is slightly horrifying. You see, when his brain does wake up, she's still there and she's grinning at him. "Sherlock, what on earth are you on about?"
Satisfied she has his attention, Sherlock sits back on her heels "Cunnilingus, I need you to perform cunnilingus." She leans in, hair and robe falling forward with the motion. Yes, she's naked and, yes, she's serious. "On me."
Christ.
-
"You want me to what?" The words start off at a near roar, but Sherlock fixes him with one of those absurd 'mind the neighbours, John' looks of hers. She keeps it special for the moments when she's decided to do something truly outrageous and would rather quash all attempts at protest before he can talk her out of it. Mrs. Hudson's 'delicate constitution' is usually the most effective as, generally, Sherlock's truly outrageous moments either involve his gun or the very small hours of the morning when either one, or both ( ... )
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YOU ARE AMAZING
*KEEPS READING*
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He's never dared ask (with Sherlock one never asks a question one doesn't want answered) for an explanation and she's never offered one. She just does it, it's over, and they carry on.
He's used to that, but not this. Not her staring at him with pale, serious eyes, that speak of things he can't bear to consider. "I thought -- " he falls silent and shuts his eyes. He's not this. He isn't. He's never worried like this before, never thought himself not enough (liar), and he can't think that and look at her too. Not when she's staring at him like he's the answer to every riddle she's ever asked.
John shuts his eyes. He doesn't know what to do next. With Sherlock he never does. He knows that he's tired, that he's confused, and that she's looking at him. He doesn't know what he's supposed ( ... )
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"That's cheating," he manages.
Her look of innocence is well practised, but not enough. He doesn't buy it for a second. Knows her too well to believe it.
"Not if you know why I'm doing it," she says, fingers tapping out time on her thigh. He lets himself watch those fingers, amazed he can do so all things considered, and they shift from tapping to a slow, lazy circle. One that widens with every rotation, sliding ever closer to dark curls.
"Oh, even then."
She huffs a laugh. "Fine, if I tell you, then will you promise to demonstrate cunnilingus?"
"You mystify me," he says, laughing. "You're trading sex for an honest answer ( ... )
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No arguments here if you want to go on but I think it's brilliant as is. <333
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*blinks at Captcha: Harrison ofirwat
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She groans, hips moving as he parts her with his hands, baring her clitoris to his attention. "Right," he says, close enough to her that every word pushes air against her, "how's this an experiment again?"
"Oh, shut up and get on with it," she complains, thumping him with the heel of one foot.
He laughs and does precisely as commanded. Not the first time he's done this, of course, but still. It's Sherlock. That requires a certain level of care, dedication to detail, and sheer inventiveness to be applied ( ... )
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