StrangeSequitur
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In which John and Lestrade begin to date, and Sherlock inserts himself into the situation in various ways.
Also in which I overindulge in my insane love of sick-fic.
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13 Jan 2011
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You certainly never forgot who you were kissing with Sherlock.
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11 Jan 2011
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Lay Me Down by irisbleufic & moony
Sherlock (TV)
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18 Dec 2010
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The only courage greater than the kind it takes to wax confessional in written correspondence is the courage it takes to follow through with action.
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18 Dec 2010
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John smirks. “Nothing I haven’t seen when you’ve burnt your clothes off during an experiment,” he says. “Or that time on a case when you drank an entire bottle of rum to see if a man could climb a ladder while sloshed. Why you thought you had to do it in the nude—”
“I felt more aerodynamic,” said Sherlock, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world (to him, of course, it was). “And anyway. That was before, when you weren’t driven to distraction by my body.”
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The Shape I Found You In by irisbleufic & moony
Sherlock (TV)
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18 Dec 2010
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In which Sherlock invades Sweden, John watches too much questionable television, Things Are Finally Talked About, and absence makes the heart grow odder.
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Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.
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11 Dec 2010
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Unrealistic as it was, John liked the idea of being Sherlock's first; he's not sure how he feels about being Sherlock's four hundred and twenty-first. Or possibly five hundredth, since Sherlock apparently didn't bother keeping count while sleeping with half of London. "Twelve, twenty, even thirty people is a pretty average number. Once you hit the hundreds, you've become the whore of Babylon."