Fic: Play with me, soldier (Sherlock/Luther)
Title: Play with me, soldier
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: Sherlock/ Alice
Genre: Crossover, Angst
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these character!
Wordcount: 672 words.
AN: Written for Porn Battle, prompt was "dangerous"
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She is slipping through his fingers and she knows it.
Her dress lays at the side of his bed when she reaches for it and Sherlock leans over her to take it from her. Alice mustn’t win, not now, not ever and he pushes her back to bed with his body, the dress is still dangling from their hands.
“You won’t win,” Alice says and her lips form two thin lines when she smiles. He knows they will he spent months looking at them, studying them, kissing them.
Sherlock reaches for her again, catches her words inside his mouth. He doesn’t want to listen, doesn’t want to lose the game she started with killing her parents and not leaving one single evidence.
He intertwines their fingers and the cloth falls to the ground without any sound.
“I did already,” he whispers against her neck slipping lower leaving wet kisses along her abdomen. He won’t let her go, he won’t let go because she is slipping his fingers and he needs to know how.
How did she manage that, how did she commit the perfect crime? How is she walking free when every policeman at Yard know that it was her who pulled the trigger?
Alice doesn’t argue with him, her body squirming under him, her mouth releasing soft moans he plans on making louder, much louder.
Sherlock reaches her thighs, makes his hand trace their softness. Woman’s body never fascinated him before but Alice fascinated him with her mind first, the rest came afterwards. She was tempting him with puzzles, sending him cases that will pique his interest.
She knew him, she knew all of him and in return, Sherlock wanted the same.
He pushes his thumb against her clit, parts her legs with a soft command huffed against her warm skin. Only in bed Alice didn’t try to fight him, only in bed she let him have command over her.
It gave him power and only in the moments of clarity, did Sherlock understand what she was doing to him. Only then did he understand how truly dangerous Alice Morgan was.
But the moment wasn’t now, now it was pleasure mixed with curiosity.
Sherlock kisses her folds, opens his mouth to tease her and feels her body vibrating under his hands. Her body is surging slowly in the rhythm of his tongue, up and down. His sheets are hissing and he quickens his movements.
She falls apart and he has to see it, has to see her face in the moments of pleasure. It was what he was waiting for, to see her undone.
“I told you, I always win,” he notes when he crawls to lie back on the pillow next to her. Alice smirks like she is about to oppose him but instead she moves, her reflexes quick even though her legs weren’t able to operate few second ago.
She straddles him, takes his cock in her hand and squeezes strongly. Sherlock moans and rather feels than sees when Alice invites him inside her. Her muscles are still recovering from her orgasm and they spasm immediately around him.
“And what makes you think this is a game,” Alice says before she starts to move.
Sherlock has a clever retort at the top of his tongue but she quickens her movements, makes him stop to think. The bed creaks under them; the old headboard makes thumping noises against the wall.
Alice leans over him and Sherlock opens his eyes and there he sees it, that yes, Alice Morgan killed her parents. That yes, he won’t ever find out how even though the why was painfully obvious.
That yes, there somewhere deep down is vulnerability she might just allow him to see and that no, they never really played a game that wasn’t scripted by life itself.
She kisses him then, their lips touch for the first time free of secrets and when she is slipping through his fingers, he catches her.
Author: karlamartinova
Pairing: Sherlock/ Alice
Genre: Crossover, Angst
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these character!
Wordcount: 672 words.
AN: Written for Porn Battle, prompt was "dangerous"
.
She is slipping through his fingers and she knows it.
Her dress lays at the side of his bed when she reaches for it and Sherlock leans over her to take it from her. Alice mustn’t win, not now, not ever and he pushes her back to bed with his body, the dress is still dangling from their hands.
“You won’t win,” Alice says and her lips form two thin lines when she smiles. He knows they will he spent months looking at them, studying them, kissing them.
Sherlock reaches for her again, catches her words inside his mouth. He doesn’t want to listen, doesn’t want to lose the game she started with killing her parents and not leaving one single evidence.
He intertwines their fingers and the cloth falls to the ground without any sound.
“I did already,” he whispers against her neck slipping lower leaving wet kisses along her abdomen. He won’t let her go, he won’t let go because she is slipping his fingers and he needs to know how.
How did she manage that, how did she commit the perfect crime? How is she walking free when every policeman at Yard know that it was her who pulled the trigger?
Alice doesn’t argue with him, her body squirming under him, her mouth releasing soft moans he plans on making louder, much louder.
Sherlock reaches her thighs, makes his hand trace their softness. Woman’s body never fascinated him before but Alice fascinated him with her mind first, the rest came afterwards. She was tempting him with puzzles, sending him cases that will pique his interest.
She knew him, she knew all of him and in return, Sherlock wanted the same.
He pushes his thumb against her clit, parts her legs with a soft command huffed against her warm skin. Only in bed Alice didn’t try to fight him, only in bed she let him have command over her.
It gave him power and only in the moments of clarity, did Sherlock understand what she was doing to him. Only then did he understand how truly dangerous Alice Morgan was.
But the moment wasn’t now, now it was pleasure mixed with curiosity.
Sherlock kisses her folds, opens his mouth to tease her and feels her body vibrating under his hands. Her body is surging slowly in the rhythm of his tongue, up and down. His sheets are hissing and he quickens his movements.
She falls apart and he has to see it, has to see her face in the moments of pleasure. It was what he was waiting for, to see her undone.
“I told you, I always win,” he notes when he crawls to lie back on the pillow next to her. Alice smirks like she is about to oppose him but instead she moves, her reflexes quick even though her legs weren’t able to operate few second ago.
She straddles him, takes his cock in her hand and squeezes strongly. Sherlock moans and rather feels than sees when Alice invites him inside her. Her muscles are still recovering from her orgasm and they spasm immediately around him.
“And what makes you think this is a game,” Alice says before she starts to move.
Sherlock has a clever retort at the top of his tongue but she quickens her movements, makes him stop to think. The bed creaks under them; the old headboard makes thumping noises against the wall.
Alice leans over him and Sherlock opens his eyes and there he sees it, that yes, Alice Morgan killed her parents. That yes, he won’t ever find out how even though the why was painfully obvious.
That yes, there somewhere deep down is vulnerability she might just allow him to see and that no, they never really played a game that wasn’t scripted by life itself.
She kisses him then, their lips touch for the first time free of secrets and when she is slipping through his fingers, he catches her.