FILL: 1/2
anonymous
December 13 2010, 05:21:14 UTC
Sarah likes John, despite the occasional insanity of his life. She really does. If she were to be perfectly honest, it only endears him to her. He's attentive, and he's patient, and when she finally allows her into his bed, he's an astonishingly good lover.
But then there's Sherlock. Sarah hates him at first, for his incessant texts and his constant presence, even when he's not physically there. John talks about their latest cases with glowing admiration that she wishes he'd spare for her a little more often. She knows John's been with men, but also that he wouldn't leave her for Sherlock even if given the chance. Sherlock is very clearly not the kind of man who forms attachments the way normal people do, and Sarah can tell John needs that kind of thing, and has pinned his affections squarely on her.
But Sherlock keeps looking at her, with those too-pale eyes that strip her down to the bone. She knows he can tell everything about her at a glance even if John prevents him from saying any of it aloudSeveral months in, she's
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Re: FILL: 4/?
anonymous
December 14 2010, 22:05:05 UTC
Sarah wishes she could turn her head, see John's expression. Is he angry, or shocked, or hurt? Because she can't really deny the truth of Sherlock's words, not when her hips are surging restlessly under the onslaught.
"In fact," Sherlock continues, "if there's one thing she wants from this little tableau other than this-" He sinks his teeth into the angle between neck and shoulder, hard and fast. Her knees buckle, but Sherlock catches her round the waist and twists her to face him, spinning them both and pushing her so that she tumbles down onto the bed. "It's this."
It takes her a second to get her bearings and realise that Sherlock hasn't followed her onto the bed. Instead, he's crowded John against the door and has his face bracketed with both hands, and they're kissing, wide and deep and dirty. John looks as overwhelmed as she feels, making those breathy moans she adores every time their mouths part
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FILL: 5/?
anonymous
December 15 2010, 00:37:21 UTC
John stares at her as she settles herself against the headboard, legs splayed and slightly bent at the knees. His heated gaze makes Sarah feel like she's ten years younger, drunk on the cheap wine she'd favoured then, reckless and fearless and powerful. She remembers her boyfriend from uni, who'd asked her to touch herself while he watched, so he could see what she liked, and how he hadn't been able to resist doing the same even before she'd been half-finished.
She didn't get it then, the fascination for looking without touching. She's starting to understand it now, watching Sherlock's tongue trace patterns on the underside of John's cock. Sarah starts working a hand between her legs, deciding she has better things to be doing than get shy now. The toy glides in next, and she hisses in appreciation, hearing John utter a curse simultaneously. Sherlock's taken him in to the root, one eye trained on her motions.
Matching me, Sarah realises, and a tremor runs down her spine. Clever man. As if she didn't know already. Sure
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FILL: 6/6
anonymous
December 15 2010, 02:51:29 UTC
There are hands on her hips, then, and she gasps against John's mouth in surprise as she's spread open. There is a long wet stripe of pressure that drags from her clit all the way up through the cleft of her arse, and she jolts when she realizes that it's Sherlock's tongue. “Fuck,” she pants, pressing her forehead against the support of John's shoulder. She repeats it when she feels Sherlock's cock against her, blunt and hot and exactly what she needs.
“That's the idea,” Sherlock says, easing in and thrusting her open by inches. He sets an agonising pace, so slow and deep she wants to push back, but she can't find purchase caught between the two of them.
John must be watching over her shoulder, because she hears him make a appreciative noise then laugh softly. “She can take more than that,” he comments almost idly. He scratches his nails lightly across her shoulders and she makes a high, embarrassing noise in the back of her throat. “Harder,” John instructs and Sherlock complies, and fuck, it's good.
Re: FILL: 6/6 - OP
anonymous
December 15 2010, 02:58:40 UTC
Oh, my fucking god. I feel a little bit proud that my prompt brought forth such amazing hotness!
I love the dynamics between them; that John is the "safe" harbour and Sherlock is clinical and calculating just a bit dangerous. That is exactly what I wanted, and I will not complain one iota if we've made you write more. Thank you for the service to hot porny goodness that you have already done. *salutes*
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back for a reread or three.
Re: FILL: 6/6 - Author!Anon
anonymous
December 15 2010, 03:09:54 UTC
I have a sneaking fondness for writing OT3s - the challenge of balancing all the characters' dynamics just *fascinates* me. And yet I don't do a lot of porn *this* explicit for 'em... I am glad my fill worked and did what you hoped, and thank you for the kind responses/encouragement. ^_^
And, again, thanks for the brain-searingly hot prompt. I need to go recover now...
Re: FILL: 6/6 - Author!Anon
anonymous
December 15 2010, 03:16:05 UTC
Funnily enough, I don't usually prompt anything like this either. XD
I think you did a bang on job with the dynamics, for me anyways. I really, really hope you write more with these three because I think it is an underexplored mine of hotness.
Enjoy your recovering, safe in the knowledge that you have brought forth awesomeness :D
Re: FILL: 6/6
anonymous
December 15 2010, 04:20:21 UTC
You've killed me. I'm dead of sexy. This is one of the hottest things I've read in this fandom, and I've read a lot. UNF TO THE MAX. Please do write more, it would be VERY much appreciated!!
Re: FILL: 6/6
anonymous
December 15 2010, 05:28:15 UTC
holy fuck. this is perfection! so hot! please GOD write a series of this. THAT is my head canon Sherlock! Toppy, demanding like the fucking sexual panther he is!!
But then there's Sherlock. Sarah hates him at first, for his incessant texts and his constant presence, even when he's not physically there. John talks about their latest cases with glowing admiration that she wishes he'd spare for her a little more often. She knows John's been with men, but also that he wouldn't leave her for Sherlock even if given the chance. Sherlock is very clearly not the kind of man who forms attachments the way normal people do, and Sarah can tell John needs that kind of thing, and has pinned his affections squarely on her.
But Sherlock keeps looking at her, with those too-pale eyes that strip her down to the bone. She knows he can tell everything about her at a glance even if John prevents him from saying any of it aloudSeveral months in, she's ( ... )
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"In fact," Sherlock continues, "if there's one thing she wants from this little tableau other than this-" He sinks his teeth into the angle between neck and shoulder, hard and fast. Her knees buckle, but Sherlock catches her round the waist and twists her to face him, spinning them both and pushing her so that she tumbles down onto the bed. "It's this."
It takes her a second to get her bearings and realise that Sherlock hasn't followed her onto the bed. Instead, he's crowded John against the door and has his face bracketed with both hands, and they're kissing, wide and deep and dirty. John looks as overwhelmed as she feels, making those breathy moans she adores every time their mouths part ( ... )
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But I already came once!
Oh, good. :D
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She didn't get it then, the fascination for looking without touching. She's starting to understand it now, watching Sherlock's tongue trace patterns on the underside of John's cock. Sarah starts working a hand between her legs, deciding she has better things to be doing than get shy now. The toy glides in next, and she hisses in appreciation, hearing John utter a curse simultaneously. Sherlock's taken him in to the root, one eye trained on her motions.
Matching me, Sarah realises, and a tremor runs down her spine. Clever man. As if she didn't know already. Sure ( ... )
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“That's the idea,” Sherlock says, easing in and thrusting her open by inches. He sets an agonising pace, so slow and deep she wants to push back, but she can't find purchase caught between the two of them.
John must be watching over her shoulder, because she hears him make a appreciative noise then laugh softly. “She can take more than that,” he comments almost idly. He scratches his nails lightly across her shoulders and she makes a high, embarrassing noise in the back of her throat. “Harder,” John instructs and Sherlock complies, and fuck, it's good.
“You two are impossible, ( ... )
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I love the dynamics between them; that John is the "safe" harbour and Sherlock is clinical and calculating just a bit dangerous. That is exactly what I wanted, and I will not complain one iota if we've made you write more. Thank you for the service to hot porny goodness that you have already done. *salutes*
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back for a reread or three.
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And, again, thanks for the brain-searingly hot prompt. I need to go recover now...
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I think you did a bang on job with the dynamics, for me anyways. I really, really hope you write more with these three because I think it is an underexplored mine of hotness.
Enjoy your recovering, safe in the knowledge that you have brought forth awesomeness :D
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I knew I should have stopped after part two...
Ah, but who can stop after two when one can have multiples? :)
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(I love filling rarepairtrio prompts. Shh, don't tell nobody.)
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(and yes, there is a sequel coming. I CAN'T STOP THINKING UP SCENES. SEND HELP. MY MUSE HAS ME HOSTAGE.)
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