Every morning as he steps out of the shower, John stands there and looks at his arm. On any normal circumstances, he'd be proud of it. The bruises come and go but this will scar and forever stand as a testiment that John is Sherlock's. But this isn't normal. John's always looked past Sherlock's oddities, found them charming in their own way, but he doesn't know if it can go back to the way it was. They can only go foreward and John is suddenly so very aware of what Sherlock is capable of. He's almost afraid of it
( ... )
"A week? I'll die of boredom," Sherlock snarks without any of the proper annoyance or teasing behind it. He's going through the motions, saying the things he knows is right to say. The truth is, anywhere is better than here at the moment. He can't sleep here. He's hardly slept for more than an hour here and there since they'd returned from Devon.
There have been cases, two of them in fact, but rather than be happy for it, Sherlock's found himself wondering what it might be like to go further than curiosity has warranted him. He's been uncorked and the desire hasn't gone away.
Molly's corpses have taken most of the abuse, thankfully.
Setting aside his laptop, Sherlock clicks his fingers until John places the tickets in his hand. "And not even Glasgow!"
John goes to make tea, pulling out two mugs. It's the first time in four days he's made Sherlock tea.
"Then we go down to where I grew up for a bit of a stay, and it's near Glasgow. City, country, city. Thought it might suit you more than just neverending country."
Oh gosh, you and John are keeping me up too late! :p Night!consulting_detFebruary 12 2011, 07:38:55 UTC
"City, country, city," Sherlock responds with a nod, watching John out of the corner of his eye. Gladstone jumps from the sofa beside him and waddles in to see what John is doing. "The places you've booked are dog friendly?"
Sherlock can feel warmth and the barest hint of a smile break his face when he hears sugar being put into two separate cups.
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There have been cases, two of them in fact, but rather than be happy for it, Sherlock's found himself wondering what it might be like to go further than curiosity has warranted him. He's been uncorked and the desire hasn't gone away.
Molly's corpses have taken most of the abuse, thankfully.
Setting aside his laptop, Sherlock clicks his fingers until John places the tickets in his hand. "And not even Glasgow!"
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John goes to make tea, pulling out two mugs. It's the first time in four days he's made Sherlock tea.
"Then we go down to where I grew up for a bit of a stay, and it's near Glasgow. City, country, city. Thought it might suit you more than just neverending country."
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Sherlock can feel warmth and the barest hint of a smile break his face when he hears sugar being put into two separate cups.
It's a start.
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