Fill (2/?)
anonymous
November 9 2010, 12:12:01 UTC
"Stop fidgeting," John snaps. He presses down on Sherlock's shoulder with his right hand and pulls the at hem of Sherlock's shirt with his left so that he can get a better look at the bandages on Sherlock's ribs
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Re: Fill (5/6)tatyan85November 15 2010, 08:16:45 UTC
Here it is, just when I thought this story couldn't be any more hot... you do something like this. Gggh... It is perfect. So perfect and so hot and so sweet all at once. And so *Sherlock*, which is hard to poinpoint in more "common" story and here it is even harder... but you do wonderfully
Fill (6/6)
anonymous
November 16 2010, 11:48:50 UTC
"Oh," John says. "It's not like that."
"Do you want it to be?" the man asks. Sherlock's fingers twitch as the man, the twink, leans forward, smiling with downturned lashes and a tilt to his head that exposes his neck. He's figured out what John is underneath the careful smile and simple politeness, and Sherlock imagines the twenty different things he could say to get the twink to piss off. Unfortunately, he's a witness, and so Sherlock tolerates him. Barely.
The twink puts a hand on John's arm, sliding a thumb along the seam of John's jacket. The movement shows off the bands of brown leather around the twink's wrists, a blatant ploy to invoke a particular reaction in John. Sherlock grits his teeth and reminds himself that he was the one that John had tied up yesterday, arms behind his back, the clasp of John's belt rubbing against his forearms, John refusing to touch him until he managed to get himself off by rubbing against the soft cotton of the bed sheets. He is the one wearing John's tags
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Re: Fill (6/6)saathi1013November 16 2010, 22:03:40 UTC
yes and yes and yes. absolutely lovely. I wish you weren't anon & that you had it all up as a journal entry so I could properly mem it a dozen times. well done.
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GUH, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
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Gggh...
It is perfect. So perfect and so hot and so sweet all at once. And so *Sherlock*, which is hard to poinpoint in more "common" story and here it is even harder... but you do wonderfully
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"Do you want it to be?" the man asks. Sherlock's fingers twitch as the man, the twink, leans forward, smiling with downturned lashes and a tilt to his head that exposes his neck. He's figured out what John is underneath the careful smile and simple politeness, and Sherlock imagines the twenty different things he could say to get the twink to piss off. Unfortunately, he's a witness, and so Sherlock tolerates him. Barely.
The twink puts a hand on John's arm, sliding a thumb along the seam of John's jacket. The movement shows off the bands of brown leather around the twink's wrists, a blatant ploy to invoke a particular reaction in John. Sherlock grits his teeth and reminds himself that he was the one that John had tied up yesterday, arms behind his back, the clasp of John's belt rubbing against his forearms, John refusing to touch him until he managed to get himself off by rubbing against the soft cotton of the bed sheets. He is the one wearing John's tags ( ... )
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We'll see. I might just go ahead and de-anon anyway.
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(captcha is cocarmat force... I don't know what it's trying to tell me, but I am Amused and had to share)
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Oh, and if you want to remix it, please be my guest! I think remixes are awesome. :)
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*dances some more*
there is nothing about this that does not make me giddy.
(o god except now the pressure to live up to your writing o god)
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Any chance you'll continue writing them like this in another fic? I really enjoyed this.
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That's right, Sherlock. John gave you his tags, and no nameless twink is going to win those away from you. *patpat*
I love the odd reversed possessiveness in this last part. A sub who doesn't want to lose his master.
HAWWWWT!
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Oooh.
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