Re: Disguise, part 7d/?
anonymous
May 9 2011, 09:05:09 UTC
Now onto the angst part... way to keep on edge!! Can't wait till the next time John sees Sherlock (and i wonder if Sherlock will remember or did he delete this memory...)
Disguise, part 8a/?
anonymous
May 12 2011, 01:06:11 UTC
a/n: this part is three comments. Rating-wise, I'd kick it up to an R now. Thank you all so much for your encouragement! ♥
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John walks out of the surgery, his mind numb, definitely worse for the wear. He looks back through the doorway and sees Prudence frowning at a patient, then glances across the street at the newsstand and he sighs.
Everywhere.
On the next block is the coffee shop where he first met Sherlock as 'Kate;' behind him is the street where he and Sherlock chased Tina during the phony vaccine case. He can't go home because Sherlock will be there, can't go to the market because he'll remember their laughter after John figured out Sherlock's disguise in the grocery line. He can't go to the newsstand, the surgery, the laundromat, the fitness centre; he can't even catch a cab. Because everything... everything is Sherlock.
Fucking hell.
So he does what everyone in his bloody family has done when things become far too much to handle all at once.
Disguise, part 8b/?
anonymous
May 12 2011, 01:06:35 UTC
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John blinks and looks around the pub. He's nearly done with his second pint, but not nearly ready to leave, so he signals one of the barmaids for another and stretches his hand, rolling his fingers and flexing them inward and out.
Movement catches his eye and he turns automatically. The bloke he'd noticed before, the one barely watching the match, is looking at him. John nods, smiles, then glances away. When John looks back a few moments later he's still looking. John feels his cheeks heat with pleasure, then his stomach drops.
It's probably Sherlock. In another bloody disguise, flirting with John to make him think that someone might be legitimately interested in him, only to dash that adrenaline rush to the ground all over again.
John frowns, looks away. Sometimes reality is far worse than he likes to remember.
~*~
November 1992Brad licks his way across John's neck, scrapes his bottom teeth against John's skin and makes him gasp, then he moves back and sits on his heels between John's open legs. He splays his
( ... )
Disguise, part 8c/?
anonymous
May 12 2011, 01:07:27 UTC
With a quick manoeuvre, John wriggles out of Brad's grasp, then presses him back so his head is at the foot of the bed, and covers his body with his own. John rubs his chin, his face over the entirety of Brad's body, slipping his tongue out every few moments to taste an errant patch of warmth, and breathing in fragrant skin. He catches Brad's wrists and lifts them overhead, pinning them with one hand. Kissing down the underskin of Brad's arm, John can feel Brad writhe against him, buck upward, cry out his name. He gets to the cave of hair of Brad's underarm and inhales. It's a strong scent: warm and very male. His mouth all but waters. John traces the edge of his underarm with his tongue. It's sharp, but not at all unpleasant, and the noises Brad keeps making are going in a direct line to John's cock
( ... )
Re: Disguise, part 8c/?
anonymous
May 12 2011, 03:53:32 UTC
God, the flashback scenes are a mix of insane hotness and utter sadness knowing that it all goes to hell.
I hate rushing genius, but my god I need more of this so badly! What is on the paper?!! What the hell did Sherlock say to him back then?! Seriously, this fic is insanely tense right now!
Oh and yeah thirding the whole Sherlock begging forgiveness thing! If he hadn't been such a bastard he and John could have been together for years by now.
[note from author-anon]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 02:09:40 UTC
I wanted to write a quick comment to let people know that while I've got a good thousand words or so of the next part, I'm going to hold off on posting until I get a fair bit more written. In writing this story I've fallen so hard for this John and this Sherlock, and I really want to... do right by them, if that makes any sense. So I want to get a bit more written and make sure my head is on straight. [thank you for your patience, really.]
I think this story will probably end up with another 3-4K, so I think we're in the home stretch here.
Thank you (seriously ♥ -- so much) for all of the comments and words of support. It's meant a lot to me.
Re: [note from author-anon]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 03:33:11 UTC
I for one say take whatever time you need to do right by them, as you say. This fill is so good, and I'm looking forward to more angsty bits (GOD though, seriously, what happened to them back in 1992? And what did Sherlock give the bartender? Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!) Ok, deep breath.
No seriously, I'm looking forward to more of this so much it's painful to wait, but patience IS a virtue, so do what you gotta do to keep up the awesome.
"Just fine? I've some ballistics gel moulds upstairs that I can slip into the shorts if I need to make it look more pert."
"Pert?"Pert, yes. 'Lively, spritely, in good health.' You've heard the word before, one would think ( ... )
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Can't wait till the next time John sees Sherlock (and i wonder if Sherlock will remember or did he delete this memory...)
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~*~
John walks out of the surgery, his mind numb, definitely worse for the wear. He looks back through the doorway and sees Prudence frowning at a patient, then glances across the street at the newsstand and he sighs.
Everywhere.
On the next block is the coffee shop where he first met Sherlock as 'Kate;' behind him is the street where he and Sherlock chased Tina during the phony vaccine case. He can't go home because Sherlock will be there, can't go to the market because he'll remember their laughter after John figured out Sherlock's disguise in the grocery line. He can't go to the newsstand, the surgery, the laundromat, the fitness centre; he can't even catch a cab. Because everything... everything is Sherlock.
Fucking hell.
So he does what everyone in his bloody family has done when things become far too much to handle all at once.
He goes to the pub.
~*~It's loud, noisy, and crowded. It's ( ... )
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John blinks and looks around the pub. He's nearly done with his second pint, but not nearly ready to leave, so he signals one of the barmaids for another and stretches his hand, rolling his fingers and flexing them inward and out.
Movement catches his eye and he turns automatically. The bloke he'd noticed before, the one barely watching the match, is looking at him. John nods, smiles, then glances away. When John looks back a few moments later he's still looking. John feels his cheeks heat with pleasure, then his stomach drops.
It's probably Sherlock. In another bloody disguise, flirting with John to make him think that someone might be legitimately interested in him, only to dash that adrenaline rush to the ground all over again.
John frowns, looks away. Sometimes reality is far worse than he likes to remember.
~*~
November 1992Brad licks his way across John's neck, scrapes his bottom teeth against John's skin and makes him gasp, then he moves back and sits on his heels between John's open legs. He splays his ( ... )
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YOU CAN'T STOP THERE! omg imma hyperventilate. Breathe, self, breathe!
F5's like I have never F5'ed before. 8|
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I hate rushing genius, but my god I need more of this so badly! What is on the paper?!! What the hell did Sherlock say to him back then?! Seriously, this fic is insanely tense right now!
Oh and yeah thirding the whole Sherlock begging forgiveness thing! If he hadn't been such a bastard he and John could have been together for years by now.
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This remains amazing, and very very hot. More please <3
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I think this story will probably end up with another 3-4K, so I think we're in the home stretch here.
Thank you (seriously ♥ -- so much) for all of the comments and words of support. It's meant a lot to me.
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No seriously, I'm looking forward to more of this so much it's painful to wait, but patience IS a virtue, so do what you gotta do to keep up the awesome.
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