It's Too Much
Who: John Watson and Sherlock Holmes
When: Thursday Evening
Where: 20A
Summary: John would REALLY like to sleep now.
Rating: R
Warnings: Stuff and also things.
It hurt. John was bruised and shaken and about ready to throw up. He gasped as his cheek connected with Sherlock's shoulder. The shock was terrible this time around and John could feel his teeth clattering as he got to his feet. "Ridiculous! Bloody, God damned ridiculous!" he howled, tugging desperately at his collar.
It wasn't often that the doctor lost his cool. So far, he and Sherlock had been doing remarkably well entertaining one another and had only gotten in one very small little spat over wet towels. Minor flatmate stuff really and nothing like the constant, epic battles they engaged in before John had forgotten what it was like to daft sod.
The hysterics died as quickly as they started and he slumped against the wall, blond beard scratchy and eyes vacant. "I dreamed I was a hamburger. No. Almost dreamed. Anyway, you ate me. Bastard."
When: Thursday Evening
Where: 20A
Summary: John would REALLY like to sleep now.
Rating: R
Warnings: Stuff and also things.
It hurt. John was bruised and shaken and about ready to throw up. He gasped as his cheek connected with Sherlock's shoulder. The shock was terrible this time around and John could feel his teeth clattering as he got to his feet. "Ridiculous! Bloody, God damned ridiculous!" he howled, tugging desperately at his collar.
It wasn't often that the doctor lost his cool. So far, he and Sherlock had been doing remarkably well entertaining one another and had only gotten in one very small little spat over wet towels. Minor flatmate stuff really and nothing like the constant, epic battles they engaged in before John had forgotten what it was like to daft sod.
The hysterics died as quickly as they started and he slumped against the wall, blond beard scratchy and eyes vacant. "I dreamed I was a hamburger. No. Almost dreamed. Anyway, you ate me. Bastard."