"I'm going for a walk, so you can stay here and touch yourself. Sherlock seemed to be eying him the way John imagined a hungry wolf might examine a frightened rabbit before snapping it up in one gulp. Sherlock's brain was a finely tuned machine. "You're done talking for now.". He'd really never liked confrontation.

"These things happen, I suppose. Badly.

At least those were familiar types of fear. Not with all the under-the-breath swearing, and the number of times the teakettle had boiled. This oneshot contains Johnlock fluff and I guess suggests a bit more at the end, but not actual smut, I guess. Or maybe it was that Sherlock wouldn't let him go. More than compatible. Perhaps John was equal parts confused and terrified, as he'd never seen Sherlock hug anybody before. It was annoying. Sherlock stood, and took long strides towards the doorway at the top of the stairs. John bristled. These characters do not belong to me, but I promise they're not doing anything they won't thoroughly enjoy ;). He never stood so close to anyone else. It had desires that he wasn't often consulted about. John cleared his throat. How he began breathing faster when Sherlock licked his own lips.

Tea would make everything alright. Or possibly fainted and this was all a hallucination. John was slightly taken aback. Certainly not on purpose. Sherlock smiled and somehow that was much scarier than the deadpan stare. He found himself pinned up against the wall and the tall detective was diving in for another devouring kiss. Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's the problem. The lines of pain, and confusion, and desperation.

It was like the world was spinning. "I'd love to fuck you on the kitchen table. But there was no avoiding it here, unless he wanted to move out. "Licking your lips. The doctor began to stand up.

He tried to calm himself and mentally prepare for whatever John might feel like throwing at him. He'd been rehearsing what he would say when John woke up for most of the morning. They were biting and sucking at each other's lips, swirling their tongues together, vying for control one second, and falling into complete submission the next. ", "Sherlock, this is insane. The sun was high in the sky and John Watson was still snoring away. He turned around just at the threshold. He fell into sweet unconsciousness without realizing he'd left the door to his bedroom wide open. Something had to be done about it. ", "Regrettably, those dishes would be swept to the floor, and most likely broken. His entire body was ringing. He didn't want John to hate him. When he was nervous and couldn't think of anything to say, sometimes his tongue would flick out of its own accord and run along his bottom lip. ", "Perhaps. It was the most exquisite pain he'd ever felt. Like how John would lean into him ever so slightly when they were standing in a cramped elevator, or riding on the Tube. I think we should just forget about—whatever that was—last night, and just continue on as normal," John sighed.

Language: English Words: 2,288 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 57 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 435 They didn't look at each other. He'd leaned into Sherlock and sighed, and it all felt oddly correct. The army training is designed to make you hold it together in a moment of crisis.

Fantastic stuff. But I won't.". Sherlock's voice echoed around the tiles of the room.

The author would like to thank you for your continued support. He knew it was twisted. You're asexual. He knew exactly what was acceptable to say and what wasn't. When John got in and closed the door behind him, there was no sign of the detective whatsoever. "I'm not going to touch you. There was nothing right about that. But he couldn't quite do it. "I've just woken up, I have a dreadful hangover, and you shouted at me. Dilated pupils. It was reckless.

No.

He suddenly let out the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. He'd gathered John into his arms before there was even a second to think about it. In open areas, Sherlock would stand different distances away from John. But now he was watching John eat so intently, the doctor almost got up and moved to the dining room. Sherlock very much doubted it had been a joyful drinking session. "Though I'm sure you'd let me, you'd have a nervous breakdown afterwards.

Ways he didn't need to think about. So it's decided, then?". He would stand next to John with mere centimeters between then, and John showed no signs of distress. No doubt coming to terms with a rather nasty hangover. Of course they went right back to looking at each other silently across the coffee table. He was certain Sherlock could see it, as he was wearing such a loose, piece of clothing. But he had no idea how to stop it.

I highly recommend you cum on top of the coffee table. He didn't like saying it.

by MrRedHat. It was a bad idea to put fragile emotions in his hands like it's a bad idea to fling yourself into the path of an oncoming tornado. Both of those were horrible ideas. Or rather, John was moving backwards. Was he delirious? "No need to apologize." Sherlock hardly ever ate anything. John tried to blink the images away, but it didn't really help. Sherlock tugged on John's hair just the right amount. If you don't like Johnlock (John x Sherlock), then don't read it. Sherlock couldn't help it. Condescending as it was, John vastly preferred it to whatever had been happening a few moments ago. And it wasn't that John didn't have any sense of personal boundaries. You'll do almost anything I say if I use the right tone. A Sherlock adaption of Beauty and the Beast. It would leave marks. The silence was more dangerous than any words could possibly be. It was just that most of the time he didn't care if he said something inappropriate or jarring. You don't actually want me. In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock decides it's time to break in the lovely John Watson.

But one glass of Whiskey quickly turned to a few more. Don't feel obligated to clean up afterwards either. And there was a rapidly forming bruise on the left side of his neck. And John had stopped breathing. Share via Email Report Story Send. ", "I'm going to make you want it, but I won't lay a finger on you. But I'm going to be done now. Almost been blown to bits. John only ever got it out when he was upset or excessively happy. "What are you staring at?" Somehow it was more shocking than wearing a bomb, or having a gun pointed at his chest.

Originally posted to fanfiction.net. All the things people guessed wrong about him. ", "All right," John took a deep breath, but the anxious feeling only inflated, "talk.". But there's not many other people that would fetch me a pen out of my own front pocket. John felt a deep flush creeping up his neck, but fought the urge to say anything. It was all a bit odd. Sherlock's tone was in more familiar territory again. Sherlock shifted on the couch slightly, "I was quite enjoying it. He couldn't. "Are you coming?" All information was mapped out and easily accessible. But I can tell you one thing. It's wearing on my self control considerably.". Johnlock Stories Refine by tag: johnlock sherlock johnwatson sherlockholmes john bbc bbcsherlock holmes watson mystrade teenlock mycroft fluff lestrade moriarty sherlockbbc fanfiction martinfreeman benedictcumberbatch 221b If he hadn't pulled away from John when he did, they might have ended up shagging right there on the floor, next to the pool, and the jacket full of explosives. Sherlock had been quite surprised to see him sleeping on top of the sheets with nothing but his boxers on. But none of them are placed so conveniently, right across the coffee table from me.".

John never jerked away, like most people would when you unconsciously make physical contact. It was the last coherent thought John had before he blinked, and Sherlock's lips were pressed against his.