Sherlock Holmes - New Tricks
Title: New Tricks
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: Not mine in the least.
Summary: Watson teaches Holmes how to kiss.
Spoilers: None. Well, GLOR, sort of.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 800
Author's Notes: ARGH, Victor, get out of my head. (This is actually Holmes/Watson, promise. Victor just decided to make an off-screen cameo).
It wasn't so much that Watson minded being sat on by Holmes. He wasn't especially heavy, after all, and over the years he himself had regained enough padding that sharp bones were less worrying than they might have been in the way of sitting comfortably. It was more that he couldn't think why he was doing it.
Holmes' explanation, that this was what friends did, and Watson was his friend, wasn't he? didn't help him in the slightest. One day, when Holmes had apparently decided that he'd been sitting practically on top of Watson for long enough, and climbed on top of him, sitting with his knees either side of Watson's hips and snuggled in as close as he could go, head resting softly on his chest, Watson realised they had long passed the point of 'eccentricity' and moved straight along to 'alarming liberties' without giving 'familiarity' a hat-tip.
Not, again, that he minded.
“Holmes, you're going to have to explain this to me, I think.” He said as gently as he could, unwilling to upset the detective if he could avoid it.
“Explain what?” Holmes looked up with big eyes.
“This,” Watson gestured between them as well as he could, “this sitting on top of me. It's a little... unusual.”
“Oh, I won't be any trouble. You can rearrange me if you like, to make yourself more comfortable. You should still be able to read, or smoke, or whatever you like.” The detective stated earnestly.
“You're not... it's not that you're really any trouble, simply that I'm wondering why you're sitting on me.”
Holmes blinked at him as though the question was incomprehensible. “Because you're my friend.”
“And you do this with all your friends?” Watson raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I always did it with Victor. He used to let me sit like this for hours.”
“He did, did he?” Watson began to suspect that he wasn't the only one unwilling to explain the difference between platonic and romantic affection to the detective.
“Yes. He was my friend.”
“Really. And what else did Victor tell you friends do?” Watson wondered if perhaps there might be more to it.
“We talked a lot. He read to me sometimes,” Holmes paused to smile wistfully for a moment, “he had a lovely accent. A little like yours, when you relax. We often shared a bed, as well,” Watson made every attempt not to read any more into that than was being presented, “he promised me we'd kiss one day, but then his father... well, Victor left. I miss him.”
“Of course you do.” Watson was not particularly surprised that Holmes' affections were directed towards men - and a man, in particular - but he did think the last part of his statement odd. “You never got to kiss him?” The story tugged at Watson's more romantic instincts.
“No. Would it have been nice?”
“You don't know?”
“I told you, I never got to do it. I can't know what something I've never done would be like,” Holmes replied reasonably, “I was hoping that at some point, you and I might...”
“Oh.” Watson looked at Holmes carefully for a moment, trying to figure out how much he realised that this was not a normal arrangement between friends. “Would you like me to kiss you? So you can see what it's like?”
“I... well. I suppose that would be all right. That is, if that's something you'd like to do?” To Watson, Holmes looked almost disturbingly eager.
Well, of course he would be. He's been waiting for this for years, he reminded himself, and then placed one hand on Holmes' cheek and leaned in to kiss him carefully and gently, keeping in mind all the time that he might wake up to what was being done to him at any moment. It became apparent, after a while, that Holmes was not at all responding. Watson pulled back, disappointment heavy in his stomach. “Something the matter?”
“No. No, that felt lovely,” Holmes looked at his friend carefully for a moment, “I was doing something wrong, wasn't I?”
“Uh, not wrong, precisely, but... it was your first time, I know, but usually, one reciprocates.” Watson finished awkwardly.
“How do I do that?”
Watson smiled, perhaps a little slyly, “just copy me.” He leaned forward again, and this time Holmes moved to meet him.
“Well done,” Watson mumbled against Holmes' lips, and then parted his own just slightly to kiss more softly, which Holmes copied easily enough. Watson continued to move his mouth gently against Holmes', until he elicited a quiet moan from the detective. “You are catching on quickly. But there's an awful lot to learn.”
“That's all right, I don't mind doing this for as long as it takes.” Holmes smiled, and leaned in again with what Watson would consider impressive confidence. He could tell this was going to be an enjoyable afternoon.
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: Not mine in the least.
Summary: Watson teaches Holmes how to kiss.
Spoilers: None. Well, GLOR, sort of.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 800
Author's Notes: ARGH, Victor, get out of my head. (This is actually Holmes/Watson, promise. Victor just decided to make an off-screen cameo).
It wasn't so much that Watson minded being sat on by Holmes. He wasn't especially heavy, after all, and over the years he himself had regained enough padding that sharp bones were less worrying than they might have been in the way of sitting comfortably. It was more that he couldn't think why he was doing it.
Holmes' explanation, that this was what friends did, and Watson was his friend, wasn't he? didn't help him in the slightest. One day, when Holmes had apparently decided that he'd been sitting practically on top of Watson for long enough, and climbed on top of him, sitting with his knees either side of Watson's hips and snuggled in as close as he could go, head resting softly on his chest, Watson realised they had long passed the point of 'eccentricity' and moved straight along to 'alarming liberties' without giving 'familiarity' a hat-tip.
Not, again, that he minded.
“Holmes, you're going to have to explain this to me, I think.” He said as gently as he could, unwilling to upset the detective if he could avoid it.
“Explain what?” Holmes looked up with big eyes.
“This,” Watson gestured between them as well as he could, “this sitting on top of me. It's a little... unusual.”
“Oh, I won't be any trouble. You can rearrange me if you like, to make yourself more comfortable. You should still be able to read, or smoke, or whatever you like.” The detective stated earnestly.
“You're not... it's not that you're really any trouble, simply that I'm wondering why you're sitting on me.”
Holmes blinked at him as though the question was incomprehensible. “Because you're my friend.”
“And you do this with all your friends?” Watson raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I always did it with Victor. He used to let me sit like this for hours.”
“He did, did he?” Watson began to suspect that he wasn't the only one unwilling to explain the difference between platonic and romantic affection to the detective.
“Yes. He was my friend.”
“Really. And what else did Victor tell you friends do?” Watson wondered if perhaps there might be more to it.
“We talked a lot. He read to me sometimes,” Holmes paused to smile wistfully for a moment, “he had a lovely accent. A little like yours, when you relax. We often shared a bed, as well,” Watson made every attempt not to read any more into that than was being presented, “he promised me we'd kiss one day, but then his father... well, Victor left. I miss him.”
“Of course you do.” Watson was not particularly surprised that Holmes' affections were directed towards men - and a man, in particular - but he did think the last part of his statement odd. “You never got to kiss him?” The story tugged at Watson's more romantic instincts.
“No. Would it have been nice?”
“You don't know?”
“I told you, I never got to do it. I can't know what something I've never done would be like,” Holmes replied reasonably, “I was hoping that at some point, you and I might...”
“Oh.” Watson looked at Holmes carefully for a moment, trying to figure out how much he realised that this was not a normal arrangement between friends. “Would you like me to kiss you? So you can see what it's like?”
“I... well. I suppose that would be all right. That is, if that's something you'd like to do?” To Watson, Holmes looked almost disturbingly eager.
Well, of course he would be. He's been waiting for this for years, he reminded himself, and then placed one hand on Holmes' cheek and leaned in to kiss him carefully and gently, keeping in mind all the time that he might wake up to what was being done to him at any moment. It became apparent, after a while, that Holmes was not at all responding. Watson pulled back, disappointment heavy in his stomach. “Something the matter?”
“No. No, that felt lovely,” Holmes looked at his friend carefully for a moment, “I was doing something wrong, wasn't I?”
“Uh, not wrong, precisely, but... it was your first time, I know, but usually, one reciprocates.” Watson finished awkwardly.
“How do I do that?”
Watson smiled, perhaps a little slyly, “just copy me.” He leaned forward again, and this time Holmes moved to meet him.
“Well done,” Watson mumbled against Holmes' lips, and then parted his own just slightly to kiss more softly, which Holmes copied easily enough. Watson continued to move his mouth gently against Holmes', until he elicited a quiet moan from the detective. “You are catching on quickly. But there's an awful lot to learn.”
“That's all right, I don't mind doing this for as long as it takes.” Holmes smiled, and leaned in again with what Watson would consider impressive confidence. He could tell this was going to be an enjoyable afternoon.