Gypsies - SPOILERS
anonymous
December 17 2011, 00:57:24 UTC
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Okay, so, was anyone else totally in love with Holmes and Watson at the gypsy camp? I mean, seriously, the dancing! It's like they were just... letting loose.
So, I'd like a first time fic where they're at the gypsy camp. Holmes love seeing Watson just let go, so they do the gypsy dancing together (stripping included!) and end up running off somewhere and having sex, just letting loose, without any of their usual emotional baggage weighing them down. And of course, the gypsies don't care that they're both guys. And of course, angst can always come later.
FILL TEASERtodaysgonebyDecember 22 2011, 02:22:07 UTC
I'm working on this one. Here is a bit of a tease. I'll post a link to the rest once I've finished.
As Holmes had supposed, Watson had found the inebriants. What he had not anticipated, however, was that it would result in the doctor succumbing to the rhythm of the gypsies’ instrumentation. The smile on his face indicated that he was quite at ease, and yet his body was engaged in unmistakable act of dance. Holmes was quite affronted by this, as he had on several occasions attempted to coax his friend to dance for various purposes. Watson had always declined, despite the fact that it had been Holmes who was his teacher early on in their acquaintance, the result of an evening of too much brandy. And yet here was the reluctant dancer now, performing some sort of jig he was obviously in the process of learning.
Okay, so, was anyone else totally in love with Holmes and Watson at the gypsy camp? I mean, seriously, the dancing! It's like they were just... letting loose.
So, I'd like a first time fic where they're at the gypsy camp. Holmes love seeing Watson just let go, so they do the gypsy dancing together (stripping included!) and end up running off somewhere and having sex, just letting loose, without any of their usual emotional baggage weighing them down. And of course, the gypsies don't care that they're both guys. And of course, angst can always come later.
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As Holmes had supposed, Watson had found the inebriants. What he had not anticipated, however, was that it would result in the doctor succumbing to the rhythm of the gypsies’ instrumentation. The smile on his face indicated that he was quite at ease, and yet his body was engaged in unmistakable act of dance. Holmes was quite affronted by this, as he had on several occasions attempted to coax his friend to dance for various purposes. Watson had always declined, despite the fact that it had been Holmes who was his teacher early on in their acquaintance, the result of an evening of too much brandy. And yet here was the reluctant dancer now, performing some sort of jig he was obviously in the process of learning.
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