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10 Jan 2013
Consciousness is an ocean; Sherlock dives too deep:
He remembers indigo. He remembers searching out indigo, harder to find than evidence; you could only come across it at a certain hour just approaching dusk, when the light was heavy and diffuse over London. You had to time it precisely, you had to catch John by a window and say his name so that he turned his head at just the right angle to the light, and raised his eyebrows, and there in the moment before he said “Yeah?,” if you were very observant and very fortunate, you’d catch it in his eyes, perfect, fathomless: indigo.
He drowns in it now, when he’s lucky.
He can climb out any time he wants to.
This work was originally posted 12/9/12.
Written for the Fuckyeahjohnlockfanfic 10K giveaway, for ivorylungs' wonderful prompt: “Sherlock in a coma after an accident (post-Reichenbach) that he can come out of anytime. But he stays there, in his mind, because it’s before he fell, before he came back and was punched and screamed at, and where a John who doesn’t hate him is.”
31 Dec 2012
"People said Bond’s body was a tool, a weapon, a blunt instrument. Q suspected that it was none of these things. He had been watching it for seven months now, and had come to the conclusion that Bond’s body was not an implement he used, but the essence of himself, thrown at the world like a spear....Prowling the corridors of MI6 he was a five-foot ten-inch condensation of animal energy. Leaning against a wall in Q section, following Q with his eyes, he was a displaced acre of wilderness in a well-tailored suit, his body hard and alive and brutally beautiful.
"Q watched it, always, from the corner of his eye, and wondered what it would be like to touch it without his hands behind his back."
(A sequel to "Prowl," but can be read on its own.)
- Part 2 of Prowl
24 Nov 2012
Because there's nothing Bond likes better than getting someone by the back of the neck.
"He tried not to think of guns or knives or straight razors, of explosives or blood or the soft throats of women. He tried for a moment not to think at all.
...he was being touched by the most dangerous man he knew, and the hazard of it snared him like a bird."
- Part 1 of Prowl
22 Nov 2012
Almost but not quite PWP. A lot of nasty nasty sex—oh my laws yes—but also about knowledge and pleasure and power and love. “Sherlock will keep watching him. John will keep catching him watching. And when at last Sherlock fixes his gaze as if he’d make John come on to him by the sheer force of his hazel-eyed will, John will be absolutely, sweetly, lovingly impervious. The knowledge that they’ll fuck is the one thing he can hide behind his eyes with perfect impunity and dole out on a need-to-know basis. And Sherlock desperately needs to know.”
After all, there's a reason the verb "to know" used to be a synonym for sex.
28 Aug 2012
Started as an evening’s ficlet, for a quick prompt: wine, chocolate, and public sex. But then The Coat happened, and things got a touch out of hand. Because we do so love that coat, don’t we? It’s Sherlock’s armor, his shield, his magician's cloak. It’s Batman’s freakin’ cape, is what that coat is. And oh, that coat, lord that coat is made for sex.
“Sherlock looms over him, smiling, both hands on the bar above his head. He steps close to John’s seat, straddling his legs. His coat sways forward and shades John from view in a tent smelling of wine and chocolate and Sherlock and sex. John looks up, still smiling. Sherlock looks down, his belt at John’s eye level, his hips swaying forward with the carriage’s motion, and something in his eyes makes John straighten in his seat.
“’No. Huh-uh. Not gonna happen.’”
Poor John. He has no idea.