”The warm touch remains warm in the carriage. Holmes isn’t at all soft, entirely bone beneath expensive fabric. But warm. He is warm. His arm was nice about John’s back and is now pleasant against John’s side.”
What a lovely end to a perfect Christmas day. The gifts were, indeed, inspirational and as personal as they could possibly be.
”John hums quietly. Content beyond measure, he falls asleep before Holmes’ footsteps so much as reach the door.”
Reading your stories is like spending time with my lover. I get thrilled when I see him standing at the door, ready for passion and sweet kisses. And even though I try to make him stay longer it's impossible not to ravish him while he's within reach, so he always have to go quite soon to collect himself and find the energy to the next time, whenever that may be. And I do miss him terribly whenever he's gone, so sometimes I go through the memory box that he left to remember other sweet times, but it will never be like the moment when he is standing before me; new and ready for my greedy body...
I seriously get butterflies in my belly whenever I see updates on this fantastic story.
This fic has been the best productivity tool ever; I have piles of work to do and I'm slowly slogging through it because I know I get to come read another chapter when I'm done. :)
The sexual tension is incredibly intense, perhaps all the more for John's obliviousness to it. There's a sweet sad taste to it, too. Like their longing is taking up residence in another one of my senses because it doesn't quite fit on the screen. You know?
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What a lovely end to a perfect Christmas day. The gifts were, indeed, inspirational and as personal as they could possibly be.
”John hums quietly. Content beyond measure, he falls asleep before Holmes’ footsteps so much as reach the door.”
Beautiful.
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I seriously get butterflies in my belly whenever I see updates on this fantastic story.
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The sexual tension is incredibly intense, perhaps all the more for John's obliviousness to it. There's a sweet sad taste to it, too. Like their longing is taking up residence in another one of my senses because it doesn't quite fit on the screen. You know?
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