A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.
Arms wrapped around John's waist as Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder. John froze, hand half wrapped around the milk.
"Good morning." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock's hand was wrapped around the belt that held John's robe closed. He pulled it slightly till the knot was threatening to fall apart, revealing John's body underneath.
"May I, John?" Sherlock asked biting John's ear.
John moaned and giggled, closing his eyes. Sherlock pulled the string a little more, almost having it fall apart.
Did Sherlock know?
The knot broke and the robe fell open, revealing John's body and boxers. As the cold breeze hit his skin, he gasped.
"Sherlock... Is this because I'm... ohhhh..." Sherlock bit John's neck then stopped.
"You're what?" Sherlock asked slowly.
John sighed, upset that he interrupted what could have been a great time, and closed the fridge door. He turned towards Sherlock.
"Sherlock... Read th
Watson LockedJohn looked so cute. So peaceful as he slept, his arms crossed over his stomach, his mouth opened just slightly ajar, his breathing deep and gentle, one in a while swallowing and taking a deep, long breath. Sherlock never knew someone could look so at peace. He almost had second thoughts of waking the peaceful solider. But yet, he needed him... Needed to hear him speak, needed to have him hold him, needed to have John's warm lips brush his forehead with a kiss.Watson Locked3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, Sherlock entered the room.
"John?" He asked softly, still unsure about waking him. "John?" He asked a little louder.
He knew John was a heavy sleeper... But still. He walked over and sat down on the edge of John's bed. As he breathed, he smelled John. Just the light smell in the atmosphere that reminded Sherlock of vanilla and tangerines. He adored that intoxicating smell that was, and always will be, John Watson. -His- John Watson.
He brushed John's soft cheek with his finger and smiled. John's eyes slowly fluttered ope
221B Baker Street"Sherlock..." John moaned, his head feeling like it was about to explode.221B Baker Street3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John lay in his bed, a cold sweat running down his face. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew all he wanted was death... That, and Sherlock.
"Sherlock." John called in a weak, raspy, moaning voice. "Please..."
The door to his room opened and Sherlock froze as he saw his lover, sweating, crying from pain, his skin a ghostly pale, almost transparent, and his eyes were sunken into his skull. Sherlock has never seen John so... Depressed... Upset... Helpless. Sherlock walked over, carefully, to John's bed and sat down next to him. Sherlock took the back of his head and placed it against John's forehead. He was burning up.
"Sherlock..." John moaned in pain.
"I'm here, John, I'm here." Sherlock had no idea what to do. Was John okay? Was he going to be okay?
"Sherlock... do something... For me..."
Sherlock took John's hand. "What? Anything my love."
"Listen to me... Sherlock... Kill me..."
He sat there, shocked. Jo
Morning LipsGood morning you." John said cheerfully as he walked out of the kitchen to see Sherlock slumped in his armchair, his feet dangling over the edge and his head propped up on his hand.Morning Lips3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hummm?" Sherlock asked, raising his head just enough to look at John. "Oh, Good morn-"
John came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Sherlock, shocked, sat up a little more and watched as John went over and sat down in the chair across from Sherlock. John smiled, noticing he was staring.
"You okay?" John asked beaming.
"You just..." Sherlock began, then stopped mid-sentence and touched his cheek with his fingertips, smiling. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah. Perfectly fine."
John smiled and started to unfold the newspaper. Sherlock stood, walked over to John, placed his hand on his shoulder and bent down, kissing him on the cheek back. John took a deep breath of contentment as Sherlock pulled his lips away and went into the kitchen.
-Oh Sherlock...- John thought, smiling and touching his cheek. -Today, your cheek
Looks StunningWith John still in the hospital, it was tediously boring and quiet in the flat. It was back to the way it was before John walked into Sherlocks life, and Sherlock hated it. Sherlock never noticed how much he needed John to be with him. He knew that he couldn't live without him, but he never really knew how much it would hurt. Sherlock paced the flat, looking for something to do. Nothing.Looks Stunning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, then towards his bedroom. John's door was slightly opened, unclosed from the rush of the ambulance getting him out of the flat, and Sherlock close behind in a cab. He paused, staring at the door and slowly pushed it open. He gently pushed the door closed behind him and walked into the room fully. Standing next to John's bed, he took a deep breath. That rush of John, vanilla and tangerines. Sherlock laid down on his bed, John's smell surrounding him, then, he took the bed sheet and wrapped himself in it, over his head. He inhaled deeply, breathing John in. Breat
Yes, My LoveThe sound of a tea cup hitting it's plate, hard, against a table shattered the silence that filled the flat. John could tell Sherlock was annoyed and lowered his paper. He watched as the interest in Sherlock's eyes left and he placed his fingers together, raising them to his lips. Thinking.Yes, My Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock?" John asked slowly. WHAT COULD HE BE THINKING? WE ARE NOT IN A CASE...
"hmmm?" Sherlock moaned in response, obviously not listening.
Sherlock snapped out of his trance, barely moving his hands off his lips. He looked at John up and down, taking in his concerned look and said, inhaling quickly before, "Yes, perfectly fine, though I need you to fetch these items for me.
"Now would be preferred. I suggest you take note, last we want is you forgetting something." Sherlock said, tossing John a pen and paper.
John scrambled to release the paper he was reading and catch the objects tossed his way.
"Now..." Sherlock said, standing and strolling over to the mirror, placi
Comfort"John, it's okay, it's alright now."Comfort3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!"
I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real.
"Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed.
"NO! I just ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become even more confusing since I had met John. My stomach doing strange things every time he looked into my eyes, the hate I felt for all of the women he went out with, the urge to hug him after he comes home from a long day at work burning in body, the need for him to be touching me, having his lips on mine, raging in every fibre in my body, the strange feeli
Hot Showers"Sherlock? I'm more than willing to play alongseriously, by all means, keep goingbut I have to ask"Hot Showers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock merely purred and John had to shake his head a little to clear his thoughts. Though he certainly wasn't arguing with his current positionpinned against a wall underneath Sherlockhe was understandably confused.
"Are you feeling alright? I mean, I've only just"
"Gotten out of a very hot shower. So hot in fact, that you didn't put on your robe, only a towel to cover your lower half."
"And so hot, that even a minute and 20 seconds later I can still see that your skin is red from where the water scalded youespecially here." Sherlock said, and he pressed his lips to the top of John's shoulder. He smiled when John hummed a mix between a moan and a chuckle. As quick to respond to flirtation as ever, John never had been the blushing, chaste type. Just another thing that Sherlock loved about him: he was quickto catch on an
John's Chair It had taken months for John to work up the courage to admit that the feelings he felt for Sherlock were more than what one feels for a best friend. It had taken another month for John to decide that he couldn't put up with the almost bipolar emotions he went through when he was near Sherlock. It had only taken an hour for Sherlock to kiss John.John's Chair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't like he had meant for it to happen. He had come home from surgery, tired, grumpy, and sore. Sherlock was leaning back in the armchair, mind elsewhere. John put up with a lot from Sherlock-more than flatmates normally put up with- but he would not put up with Sherlock stealing his armchair. "Sherlock," John cleared his throat, "you're in my seat."
Sherlock looked up, glaring at John. "Yes, brilliant, John."
Single: part 1Sherlock woke up groggily one morning, for once, it seemed just too early to be eight. The sun seemed to bright as he stood and opened his curtains, hissing a little as it hit his eyes. He shuffled his feet to the kitchen, seeing John, already up for once, before him.Single: part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning." Sherlock yawned.
"You greeting me? That's a change." Was how John answered, not even bothering to lower the paper.
"What are you talking about now?" Sherlock asked, his brain just not waking up. What was wrong with him?
"Never mind." John still didn't lower the paper.
"You alright there?" Sherlock asked, something was off with John.
"Perfect." John answered over his paper.
Sherlock brushed off the confusion and walked over to John, placing his hand on John's shoulder, bending down, and kissing John lightly on the lips. John moaned loudly in protest as he pushed Sherlock away, falling out of his seat and landing hard on the floor, hitting his head on the seat next to him. He sat the
Iced Mint"John? What do I smell like?" They were both lying face up on John's bed, with Sherlock's head nestled between John's neck, and John's right arm resting against Sherlock's chest.Iced Mint3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Icy." It was the first word that popped into his mind. "You always smell clean. Hang on." John sat up and rolled over so that he was on top of Sherlock, and he nuzzled his neck, taking in a deep breath and Sherlock gave a few small but deep laughs at the sensation.
"Mmmm…" John sighed out in delight. He took in another breath and smiled. He loved that smell–it was unlike anything he'd ever smelled, and he had never really truly understood the meaning of "intoxicating" until he had smelled Sherlock. Come to think of it, there were a lot of things he found intoxicating about Sherlock Holmes. The way his body seemed to be sculpted of marble. His black as night hair that always had a few perfectly formed ringlets. His iridescent eyes. The way his voice deepened when he wanted something. The
Tickle"John, go away," Sherlock frowned. I chuckled and pinched him again. He made an unamused noise. It made me smile and I pinched him again. "John, go away I'm thinking."Tickle3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're no fun Sherlock," I frowned. I nudged him. He opened his eyes and glared at me. He was sprawled across the lounge, his hands in a prayer position. I sat on the ground next to him, enjoying annoying him.
"Now's not the time for fun John, it's the time for thinking," Sherlock said.
"What do you need to be thinking about? You've solved all of the cases," I replied.
"I need to stimulate my mind," Sherlock said, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed before I pinched him again.
"John! Please!" he cried out, his eyes flying open and giving me a third degree stare.
"Come on, you need to have some fun," I smiled. Sherlock grumbled something. He closed his eyes again and went back to thinking. "Hey Sherlock, are you ticklish?"
"What?" Sherlock asked, not looking at me.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked again.
"Don't be absurd J
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe
ForeverJohn was sitting in his arm chair, reading the paper as rain hit the window on the other side of the room. He felt eyes on him. He could feel the stares but he didn't dare look up. He was mad. Ferrous even. Mad that he had done this to him. Mad that he had left him alone for three bloody years.Forever3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mad that he loved him after it was all said and done.
"John..?" Sherlock's voice was barely audible being just above a whisper.
John ignored him.
"John? Please..." Sherlock sounded pitiful.
John turned the page to the paper. He was going to make Sherlock suffer as long as he could. He was alone for three years. He was depressed, alone, and pissed all that time. Depressed his best friend had killed himself. Alone in the world he didn't want to be in anymore. Pissed that Sherlock had done this to him.
Sherlock stood and moved over to John, snatching the paper out of his hands.
"Listen to me..." He begged, his eyes sad and a little annoyed.
"Give me the pap
Single: Part 13Sherlock, uneasily, stepped onto the wall and looked down to the pavement. All his pain would be gone if he just...Single: Part 133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Go ahead, end everything here. All your pain, and feelings, and heartbrokenness. All of it. Just. Jump."
"Moriarty... I made a promise to an old friend the other day..." Sherlock said turning around to face Moriarty dead in the eye.
"Oh?" Moriarty said softly.
"Oh. Want to know what that promise was? I promised that someone was going to pay. Pay for John's death. For my feelings. Pay for everything. And I promise, in particular, that that person would be you. If I jump, you're coming with me!"
"That doesn't seem at all possible, seeing I have no will to jump off a building and -kill- myself." Moriarty laughed.
"And nor do I..." Sherlock said slowly. "...without your blood."
"Now, Sherlock..." Moriarty smiled that evil grin of his. "...Just end it. You can be with your sweetie, John, if you just jump. All your problems and heartache would be over! You two can be h
BBC Sherlock: Learn to be LonelyJohn wasn't woken up by the suspicious crack of the floorboards, a sudden and inexplicable draught, nor by bright light attacking his pupils. No, the sensation was far more subtle. A certain feeling of absence. The gnawing coldness. The emptiness around him. John slowly opened his eyelids and noticed what was wrong. The other side of the bed was vacant. John's eyes wandered across the room and stopped at the slim silhouette bathed in the moonlight, which only highlighted the paleness of the naked skin. Sherlock was standing by the window and looking out at the quiet and empty street below. He was looking, but not really seeing. His eyes were awash with deep sadness, something John had never observed before.BBC Sherlock: Learn to be Lonely2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked with worry.
Sherlock flinched a little, not being aware that John had been watching him. His facial expression changed instantly as if he put a joyful mask on.
"Nothing, John. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Sherlock apologised, twisting his lips in
Single: Part 12Sherlock hiked up the stairs that lead to thei... his flat in 221B. Without John, this place was nothing short of Hell. Sherlock walked across thei... his flat and opened the cabinet in the kitchen, the whole time avoiding looking at John's old arm chair. The place he had died. Where Sherlock held him his last moments of life. Where Sherlock had kissed the last breath out of him...Single: Part 123 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Removing a pistol from the cabinet, he strode from the flat, avoiding that chair, and locked the door behind him after leaving a note on the kitchen table.
-I will not be back.-
Sherlock walked the dark streets of London. He knew he could never return to 221B Baker Street, there were too many sad memories that would haunt him of a time, happy with John. A time that can never return, no matter how much he willed it back. Wanted it back. It was all a sad dream now.
Sherlock fingered the pistol in his pocket of John's jumper. He could never take the jumper off, from the simple fact of it
BlanketIt had been days since Sherlock had slept, but John didn't really worry. Of course he worried a little bit–with the protectiveness he felt for Sherlock and his doctor's instinct how could he not? But he knew that eventually Sherlock's body would shut down, (despite Sherlock's protests), and force him to rest. And so when John came home that night after a slow day at the clinic, the sight of Sherlock slumped in his usual armchair did not surprise him in the least, and it brought a smile to the tired doctor's weary face and a certain contentedness to his heart. He imagined it was how a parent must feel after watching their child struggle for days on end and then at long last find peace.Blanket3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He saw Sherlock's bare feet and noticed that he wasn't wearing his coat and scarf either. So he went to his room, grabbed the blanket off the bed, and came back into the study. He knew he didn't have to worry about waking Sherlock up, so he took as much force as necessary to properly wrap the blanke
Comfort and smiles. one-shot"Sherlock, I think I'm in love with you."Comfort and smiles. one-shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No John, I don't love and you are not homosexual. Stop caring, stop loving, it's a weakness."
Sherlock turned around and walked away, my feet were incapable of moving. I wanted to run after him, scream at him, wanted him to come back and hold me tight.
"No Sherlock! No!"
And I fell. I fell in despair. I kept falling, backwards, forwards, I didn't know, but I couldn't stop it. There was nothing I could do to stop falling.
I shot up, throwing off the blankets. I felt my shirt, it was drenched with sweat. I panted. Another nightmare. Usually, they involved war, but this time, it was so very different. I'd never dreamt this before. It was weird. Of course I didn't have feelings for Sherlock, he was my best friend, nothing more. And, even if I did, he wouldn't love me back. I'm pretty certain he is asexual.
A gentle knock on my door.
"Yeah.. Yeah come in, Sherl "
He opened the door and tears flood my eyes.
"Yeah?" I alm
Johnlock - Speaking Silent Words - Fluff WarningIt's been about a week since me and Sherlock decided to go steady.Johnlock - Speaking Silent Words - Fluff Warning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To be honest, nothing much has changed. I'd confessed my feelings over dinner 8 days ago, and received a frosty reception from the detective. Considering it had taking much mental convincing and building up to the point where I could confront him on my feelings, I found it hard to take. We spent the rest of the night in silence, as Sherlock zoned out to think (or just purposely ignored me) and I simply couldn't think of anything to begin another conversation.
I'd be lying if i said that I got much sleep that night. Well, neither did Sherlock. I woke up to him being in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes as the night before, except this time, his fingers weren't pent, and his bright grey eyes weren't glazed over as they usually were when he thought. Instead, he sat crossed legged in his chair reading yesterdays paper. A paper he'd already read.
"Ah! You're up." He said brightly, folding his paper and placing it
Single: Part 2Hello there~Single: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock stared at the screen, he was in no mood to deal with Moriarty right now.
What do you want?
Ohhh~ Someone's in a bit of a mood~
Nothing a little dinner can't fix. Join me~?
Why? So you can kill me? No thanks.
Darling. Kill you? No.
Meet me at the cafe, you know the one~ Your favorite~
Sherlock pocketed the phone and flagged down a taxi. What was Moriarty planning? Sherlock sighed the directions to the driver and sat back in his seat.
Sherlock sat at a table, alone, waiting for Moriarty to come show his ugly face. He spots him walking in, but makes no effort in flagging him down, Sherlock just watched, hands folded over each others, chin resting on top.
"Afternoon." Moriarty smiled at Sherlock, sitting across from him after spotting him and making his way over.
"Moriarty." Sherlock answered, bored h
Single: Part 5What's going on? When will you be back?Single: Part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I won't, not tonight. John needs me, here.
What's so important as that he needs you there?
Molly is dead.
John cried into Sherlock over Molly's bloody body. His face was pressed into Sherlock's chest and Sherlock's head rested on his, forced to look at, what once was, a great girl. Sherlock shed a tear or two, but he wasn't sure if it was for Molly, or the sobbing, heartbroken John. He petted John's soft sandy blond hair, and kissed the top of his head lightly. He buried the lower half of his face into John's hair, taking a deep breath. Tangerines and vanilla, as always.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Sherlock pushed John back a little, titled his head up slightly, and kissed his soft, salty lips. John continued to cry, the tears leaking down his face into Sherlock mouth as they kissed, but he felt John relax slightly in his arms. A hand gently perched itself on the b
Can I Kiss You, SherlockJohn traced his thumb against Sherlock's lively pink lip, looking deep into the detective's blue/gray, mysterious eyes. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss this man, he didn't even know! His heart started pounding, hard, against his chest, fighting to get out.Can I Kiss You, Sherlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't see any damage, Sherlock..." John muttered, his thumb still skimming that delicate lip.
"Keep looking." Sherlock urged. "I know there must be something wrong with it! It hurts..."
Sometimes Sherlock made this face. It reminded John so much of a helpless little kid, and it was adorable. John's heart stopped as Sherlock's eyes looked so helplessly into his own, and he gasped lightly for breath. He panted, in a way, wanting to bring Sherlock closer.
John moved closer to Sherlock's face, examining the lip for tiny cuts of any kind. Of course, there were none that he could see... but he couldn't look away from that pair of adorable lips. He wanted to claim them as his own with his.
"Keep looking, John." Sherlo
Yes, Damn itLately Sherlock had taken to sending John little quizzes and riddles and tests, apparently in an attempt to sharpen his mind. He was constantly pestering him with cryptic texts, many of which John refused to bother with anymore because his brain felt like mush from solving the last one. Still, he had to admit it was kind of fun. He found himself almost anticipating the next challenge, and growing a bit more competitive, trying to work it out faster each time to beat his own record. The fact that Sherlock would even ask him to try and match wits with him was almost like a compliment, although it usually turned out as an excuse to be impatient with him. He was getting better at it, although many times it seemed that Sherlock was irritated with him even when he got the right answer. He hadn’t decided if there was really something else he was missing, of if Sherlock just couldn’t stand to admit he’d gotten something right.Yes, Damn it3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warmth3:27Warmth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Are you awake?
Sherlock? What's wrong? Where are you?
In my room.
Oh. Is something wrong?
Yes. I'm cold.
Well it is snowing outside
You texted me at 3:30 to tell me you're cold?
3:27. And yes.
Get a blanket!
Won't work. I need another source of heat generation.
Do you expect me buy you a heater?
Don't be ridiculous. I want you to be my heater.
You want me to sleep with you?
No. I want you to come stand in the room so that the heat generated from you body helps to raise the overall temperature.
Are you serious?!
It's called sarcasm John.
Oh. Right. Well it's too early for sarcasm and I'm too tired.
Too tired to sleep with me? I wasn't implying anything.
Too tired for sarcasm.
Oh. Right. Sorry
Are you coming?
Why should I?
I just told you - I'm cold!