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1_million_words2013-11-27 04:15 am
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The Embrace
With a contented sigh, Clint leaned back in his lover’s warm embrace. The man had managed to do something that none of his previous lovers had ever managed to do. He made Clint feel safe and cherished.
“You are alright?” was whispered into his ear and was followed by a playful nip.
“I’m more than alright,” Clint happily murmured. He lifted his lover’s hand from his chest and dropped a kiss on the back of it. “I’m wonderful.”
“Good,” his lover replied with a warm chuckle. “I’m glad you are wonderful.”
Clint softly laughed. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
With a contented sigh, Clint leaned back in his lover’s warm embrace. The man had managed to do something that none of his previous lovers had ever managed to do. He made Clint feel safe and cherished.
“You are alright?” was whispered into his ear and was followed by a playful nip.
“I’m more than alright,” Clint happily murmured. He lifted his lover’s hand from his chest and dropped a kiss on the back of it. “I’m wonderful.”
“Good,” his lover replied with a warm chuckle. “I’m glad you are wonderful.”
Clint softly laughed. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
"I've got you." A gun-calloused hand slid over Sherlock's hip before wrapping around his cock.
Sherlock bit his lip, bombarded by various stimuli. He tried to sort it out, categorize it--strong, capable grip, but gentle. Aftershave with a hint of gun oil. The tangy scent of tamarind overlaid by a strong whiff of the tea John had drunk not too long ago--but soon he was lost in pleasurable sensation of John's hand, his fingers. John's lips against the side of his neck.
"You, John Watson--" An involuntary groan fell from Sherlock's lips and his hips stuttered as John firmed his grip and gave a twist. "--are dangerous."
"Could be," John whispered, echoing long ago words spoken in the early days of their friendship. "Let go, Sherlock. Give it to me. I've got you."
John's arm curved around Sherlock's chest, cradling him in a protective embrace.
"I've never--" Sherlock half-sobbed as he shifted in John's lap. He'd taken himself in hand when his body demanded it and he could no longer ignore its call, but this was the first time he'd allowed another to touch him in this manner. It had never mattered before. Now it felt necessary.
"I know," John soothed, kissing his temple even as his hand moved faster. "But I've got you, Sherlock. Go on. Let go."
"I'll--" Sherlock clenched his eyes shut as his body began to tingle. "But I'll fall apart."
John kissed him again, nuzzling at his cheek. "And I will always put you back together again."
Sherlock bit his lip, bombarded by various stimuli. He tried to sort it out, categorize it--strong, capable grip, but gentle. Aftershave with a hint of gun oil. The tangy scent of tamarind overlaid by a strong whiff of the tea John had drunk not too long ago--but soon he was lost in pleasurable sensation of John's hand, his fingers. John's lips against the side of his neck.
"You, John Watson--" An involuntary groan fell from Sherlock's lips and his hips stuttered as John firmed his grip and gave a twist. "--are dangerous."
"Could be," John whispered, echoing long ago words spoken in the early days of their friendship. "Let go, Sherlock. Give it to me. I've got you."
John's arm curved around Sherlock's chest, cradling him in a protective embrace.
"I've never--" Sherlock half-sobbed as he shifted in John's lap. He'd taken himself in hand when his body demanded it and he could no longer ignore its call, but this was the first time he'd allowed another to touch him in this manner. It had never mattered before. Now it felt necessary.
"I know," John soothed, kissing his temple even as his hand moved faster. "But I've got you, Sherlock. Go on. Let go."
"I'll--" Sherlock clenched his eyes shut as his body began to tingle. "But I'll fall apart."
John kissed him again, nuzzling at his cheek. "And I will always put you back together again."
oh. so sweet. so sad too.
You're evil, how can I write when I have this to look at!
Thanks! (That's a good 'OH', right?)
:-D
:-D
MMMMMMMMMMMM Yummy!
Excellent work!
Excellent work!
As a Sherlock fan (particularly Freeman's Watson), and a Johnlock shipper...its a very good OH ;)
Good stuff, thanks for sharing it!
So good, thanks for sharing it.
I love Freeman's Watson! :-)
I'm still trying to learn their characters well enough to write fic for BBC Sherlock. These little exercises help. Lol!
I'm still trying to learn their characters well enough to write fic for BBC Sherlock. These little exercises help. Lol!
:-D
Thanks! Your icon is quite appropriate. I haven't written this kind of thing in a while.
Thanks! Your icon is quite appropriate. I haven't written this kind of thing in a while.
WOW! I didn't think it will bring so many words! :) I'm glad you all liked the picture :)
:angelic smile: I'm glad it caught your eyes :)
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