221B Week, Day 5: All I Do
Jun. 16th, 2011 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marysutherlandBBC Sherlock
Rating 12 (slash)
As Ella asked John another question about his dreams that he really didn't want to answer he heard the door behind him open. And then a familiar voice announced: "No time for this. I need you right now, John."
"Sherlock, I'm busy!"
"You're interrupting my therapy, Mr Holmes," Ella protested.
"Am I? I thought I was simplifying it," Sherlock said, grinning wickedly. "You were discussing me, of course – hence not only annoyance, but actual alarm when I appeared. And from the blush spreading on John's face, you'd just asked him a particularly sensitive question. So rather than you ineffectively attempting to establish what his feelings about me are, let me simply demonstrate."
He swung round to John, who opened his mouth to protest, and then found it mysteriously wrapped round Sherlock's tongue as they kissed. And why had his body not previously noticed how much it longed to curl into Sherlock's grasp?
"John," Sherlock breathed, "John...John! Are you listening to what I'm saying? Have you fallen asleep over there?"
"What?" John demanded, trying and failing to stand up from a chair that had abruptly relocated itself back to 221B.
"You were thrashing about just now. Were you having a nightmare?" Sherlock's gaze - calm, impersonal - travelled over John.
"No," John replied with resignation. "Not a nightmare. Just...very bizarre."
