Sherlock - fic - Aromatherapy, Sherlock/John, PG-13
Title - Aromatherapy
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Sherlock/John
Rating - PG-13 aka 12, sensuality
Length - 660 words
Spoilers - general series, S1 and S2
Summary - Sherlock’s invested in some proper massage oil.
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Follows Trapezius and Scapula
Aromatherapy
by Laura
Sherlock reads the lists of ingredients for all the massage oils offered by the site. He agrees that each plant extract has been proven to give the benefit claimed. In the end, he opts for the arnica and Tranquility oils, each of which will help both of them.
He also spends quite a while considering if he should also add the Sensuality oil to his cart, but in the end, decides against it. They’re not there, just yet. OK, truth be told, he’s unsure exactly where they are, but they certainly aren’t there.
He wonders if he can’t still try and sneak in the occasional touch that borders on the erotic, rather than the clinical, though. Stella did teach him all of her best massage moves, after all. And he’d promised John that he would show them to him.
***
When the parcel arrives, Sherlock hides the bottles in his room. Next time John’s shoulder is playing up, he’ll offer his hands, and, as a surprise, the ‘proper massage oil’.
***
It’s late October, it’s been raining for the best part of a week, and so John’s bad shoulder is killing him. The shower had started to ease the pain, but he definitely needs something else. Wearing pyjamas and a dressing gown, the arnica gel in his pocket, he goes to the kitchen, intending to grab the olive oil, and make a request of Sherlock. His friend is sitting at the table, which has a couple of large metal bottles on it.
“Is that the ‘proper massage oil’?” John asks, indicating the bottles. No request needed, then. Of course Sherlock had already noticed how much his shoulder was hurting.
“Yes. Arnica or lavender and frankincense?” Sherlock replies, standing.
No particularly strange scents, then. John should have had a little more faith in him. “Oh, arnica, please. Let’s save the perfume shop for another time.”
Sherlock grabs the correct bottle. “Lead the way, then.”
***
In his room, John strips to just pyjamas trousers, sits on the bed, and touches his own shoulder, seeing just how tense the muscles are. He feels a knot, and winces. The next moment, Sherlock’s setting the bottle on John’s bedside table, and pushing his hands away from his shoulder.
“Lie back, close your eyes, and let me help, John.”
“Do I get your secret moves, this time?” John asks, smiling, moving on the bed.
“Of course,” Sherlock replies. He’s not smiling, though. “You’re in far more pain than you were the last time I offered my hands.”
“Yeah,” John concedes, sighing, watching Sherlock pump some oil into his hands, and rub them together, warming it. The first touch to his shoulder, he’s closing his eyes.
***
Sherlock only used effleurage, the stroking movements, last time, along with a little petrissage, gently kneading away the muscle knots in John’s shoulder. This time, his hands slicked with the arnica oil, he’s using all the petrissage techniques, kneading deeper. He works out one particularly stubborn knot in the back of John’s shoulder, and the resulting moan is somewhat orgasmic in nature. Sherlock can’t resist grinning so very widely at the sound.
So he sneaks in a touch bordering on the erotic, as it seemingly wouldn’t be unwelcome. He very lightly strokes two fingers down the length of John’s spine, and watches him shiver, pleasurably. Looks like the friction massage he was going to try as well, especially on John’s scars, should be saved for next time. There’s tapotement, too, but he knows he’ll have to be extremely careful with that.
Now, though, John’s relaxing happily in his bed, and about to fall asleep, again. Sherlock, well, after the workout he’s just had, he’s more than a little wired. Maybe he’ll see if the lavender and frankincense oil does actually relax the mind.
“Sleep well, John,” he whispers. Covering him up, he presses a feather light kiss to the back of his friend’s neck. Taking the oil with him, Sherlock quietly leaves the room.
-end-
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Sherlock/John
Rating - PG-13 aka 12, sensuality
Length - 660 words
Spoilers - general series, S1 and S2
Summary - Sherlock’s invested in some proper massage oil.
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Follows Trapezius and Scapula
Aromatherapy
by Laura
Sherlock reads the lists of ingredients for all the massage oils offered by the site. He agrees that each plant extract has been proven to give the benefit claimed. In the end, he opts for the arnica and Tranquility oils, each of which will help both of them.
He also spends quite a while considering if he should also add the Sensuality oil to his cart, but in the end, decides against it. They’re not there, just yet. OK, truth be told, he’s unsure exactly where they are, but they certainly aren’t there.
He wonders if he can’t still try and sneak in the occasional touch that borders on the erotic, rather than the clinical, though. Stella did teach him all of her best massage moves, after all. And he’d promised John that he would show them to him.
***
When the parcel arrives, Sherlock hides the bottles in his room. Next time John’s shoulder is playing up, he’ll offer his hands, and, as a surprise, the ‘proper massage oil’.
***
It’s late October, it’s been raining for the best part of a week, and so John’s bad shoulder is killing him. The shower had started to ease the pain, but he definitely needs something else. Wearing pyjamas and a dressing gown, the arnica gel in his pocket, he goes to the kitchen, intending to grab the olive oil, and make a request of Sherlock. His friend is sitting at the table, which has a couple of large metal bottles on it.
“Is that the ‘proper massage oil’?” John asks, indicating the bottles. No request needed, then. Of course Sherlock had already noticed how much his shoulder was hurting.
“Yes. Arnica or lavender and frankincense?” Sherlock replies, standing.
No particularly strange scents, then. John should have had a little more faith in him. “Oh, arnica, please. Let’s save the perfume shop for another time.”
Sherlock grabs the correct bottle. “Lead the way, then.”
***
In his room, John strips to just pyjamas trousers, sits on the bed, and touches his own shoulder, seeing just how tense the muscles are. He feels a knot, and winces. The next moment, Sherlock’s setting the bottle on John’s bedside table, and pushing his hands away from his shoulder.
“Lie back, close your eyes, and let me help, John.”
“Do I get your secret moves, this time?” John asks, smiling, moving on the bed.
“Of course,” Sherlock replies. He’s not smiling, though. “You’re in far more pain than you were the last time I offered my hands.”
“Yeah,” John concedes, sighing, watching Sherlock pump some oil into his hands, and rub them together, warming it. The first touch to his shoulder, he’s closing his eyes.
***
Sherlock only used effleurage, the stroking movements, last time, along with a little petrissage, gently kneading away the muscle knots in John’s shoulder. This time, his hands slicked with the arnica oil, he’s using all the petrissage techniques, kneading deeper. He works out one particularly stubborn knot in the back of John’s shoulder, and the resulting moan is somewhat orgasmic in nature. Sherlock can’t resist grinning so very widely at the sound.
So he sneaks in a touch bordering on the erotic, as it seemingly wouldn’t be unwelcome. He very lightly strokes two fingers down the length of John’s spine, and watches him shiver, pleasurably. Looks like the friction massage he was going to try as well, especially on John’s scars, should be saved for next time. There’s tapotement, too, but he knows he’ll have to be extremely careful with that.
Now, though, John’s relaxing happily in his bed, and about to fall asleep, again. Sherlock, well, after the workout he’s just had, he’s more than a little wired. Maybe he’ll see if the lavender and frankincense oil does actually relax the mind.
“Sleep well, John,” he whispers. Covering him up, he presses a feather light kiss to the back of his friend’s neck. Taking the oil with him, Sherlock quietly leaves the room.
-end-