Fiction: Deduce Me, Love
Title: Deduce Me, Love
Rating: PG
Pairings: John/Sherlock
Warnings: None
Word Count: 221
Summary: A story written in the 221b format, 221 words, last word beginning with "b". Sherlock likes deducing John and John enjoys being the object of Sherlock's deductions.
Deduce Me, Love
Deduce me, Love.
That's what he says, not out loud, never out loud in a waste of breath and time.
When searching for meaning in the wisping clouds or the swirling tealeaves or the cold mirror of a beautiful sociopath's eyes leaves you empty and agitated, frustrated and lost, deduce me.
With his eyes he says it, in open defiance to maddening obsession, in sweet opposition to all reasons for rasping my brain raw, to painful sharpness, against the rough edges of the world.
Deduce me, Love. Tell me the name of my date, the "not you" for tonight, and I'll smile. Tell me my thoughts as your eyes trace me like the whisper-close path of razor against cheek, like the oh-so-personal intrusion of toothbrush breaching lips, and I'll blush.
Feet planted, arms akimbo, my world pivots around those broad, sturdy hips and I'm kept close, circling in a smooth, easy orbit.
Deduce me, Love, when you've been pulled and teased apart, your fearsome components flailing about in angry confusion, when you no longer see the beauty and the balance that is you.
A look from him has the power to steady, to calm, to sooth, to warm. An invitation, a dare, and a promise too; it's all that matters at the end of the day. Let the deduction, seduction begin.