The Detective and His Blogger12:00More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
The Weight of the World on Your Shoulders Ch. 2“This is crazy. I’m crazy,” Greg muttered to himself, staring up at the imposing facade of the Diogenes Club. This was where Mycroft was to be found most of the time; he kept an office inside. Greg had never been inside as he wasn’t in quite the right circles to make use of the place. He fingered the card in his pocket, index finger sliding over the engraved name: Mycroft Holmes. That’s all there was on the card, Mycroft’s name in elegant black calligraphy. That card was Greg’s pass into the building, the way he would get past the butlers (he supposed they were called) and into Mycroft’s office. He’d written his name on the back in a much less elegant hand. There wasn’t much call for perfect writing as a DI. Usually, if you could read it, that was good enough for reports.More Like This
“Enough standing around out here,” Greg continued speaking to himself, earning a strange look from a harried-looking woman walking past hi
The Weight of the World on Your Shoulders Ch. 5“It’s not finished,” Greg pointed out, turning on the bench to face Mycroft. “How do you want it to end, Mycroft?”More Like This
Mycroft faced Greg as the other man moved, tilting his head in confusion at the other man’s tone. This was new, the words almost a challenge combined with the look in Greg’s eyes. Tension sprang up between them, something breathless and intent and warm. There was no sign of doubt in Greg’s eyes as Mycroft continued to study him. Instead, there was an elevated pulse rate, dilating pupils, and slightly heavy breathing as Greg’s mouth opened enough to show the white gleam of teeth and tip of tongue. Mycroft found himself drawn to those lips wondering what they tasted like this time. A small smile tugged at Greg’s lips as he saw where Mycroft’s gaze was, making him look even more kissable. It would seem Greg wanted this and Mycroft wasn’t about to let the moment pass. Leaning forward, Mycroft watched caref
No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.More Like This
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”
“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. With my experiments, I probably won’t even notice you’re gone.”
John knew better than to take offense to that, considering how much Sherlock had sulked and pouted since he’d told the man he was going to be gone for a week. Their relationship was still young, both men finally admitting what they felt after both had nearly died o
Theme Prompt - Kill Me With A KissFor the life of him, John couldn’t quite understand how they’d gotten to this point. Not that he was complaining, mind you, not at all. But this was a shock and a pleasure all rolled into one. Something he’d not let himself want. Something he believed Sherlock would never want. But that’s getting ahead of the story.More Like This
It started off as a normal day in 221B. John was updating his blog with their most recent case, something to do with a woman who’d been killed by a snake. It turned out she’d been murdered by her stepfather. Sherlock was alternately pacing around the room, frustrated that he’d solved the case and had no new one yet, and playing his violin. Every step to the side of the room with the couch had him stepping over John’s legs, which were propped up on the coffee table.
“You should eat something,” John said for the fifth time that morning. He’d stopped trying to get the detective to eat during cases unless he went
SH: Exploring With Sherlock Pt1More Like This
Exploring With Sherlock Part 1
Sherlock mumbled something unintelligible and John groaned softly as he peeled his eyes open. They felt dry and itchy, and he rubbed his face against the smooth skin without thinking. Sherlock's scent made him take a deep breath as he woke up further.
They'd somehow drifted to the other side of the bed, Sherlock splayed on his stomach with one arm hanging over the side. His other was curled possessively around John's waist, who was pressed against his side, their legs hopelessly tangled.
Once again the normalcy hit John like so many bricks, and he spent several moments lying there, entranced and amazed by the sound of Sherlock's breathing, by the stray hairs on his eyebrows and the curve of the pointed lips. Sherlock was still muttering occasionally, the low, smooth tone igniting pleasure across his skin.
He could wake up to this every morning now if he wanted to.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, John shifted
SH: With Sherlock EpilogueMore Like This
Three Months Later
"Mrs. Hudson! Mrs. Hudson!"
John tore out of the small dressing room, fingers hopelessly tangled in the tie that was slowly but surely choking him. His hands were too fat, too clumsy, he couldn't think-
"Oh dearie, come here."
John halted and turned, slumping in relief as she came up and unknotted his hands, then began fussing with the tie.
"You've made a right proper mess of this, haven't you? Don't you know how to tie one, sweetheart?"
"I usually do," John muttered, shifting his weight anxiously from one foot to the other. "It's just today I seem to have forgotten everything."
"That's normal, dearie." Mrs. Hudson nodded sagely, peeking up at him with a knowing smile. "You know, I had to chase Sherlock 'round earlier. He was tripping on his laces and hadn't even noticed he'd left his shoes undone."
"Glad I'm not the only one," John chuckled. "He doing okay? Is he-,"
"He's just fine, don't you worry." She pulled the