7 and 2! IF YOU WANT. Because we need more lines, right? xD PURE FLUFF <3mightbebloggingFebruary 7 2012, 16:34:11 UTC
Of course John enjoyed giving Sherlock a scalp massage anytime. That particular evening, however, he could tell the consulting detective had a headache. It happened, with a great mind like his. Sitting on the sofa where he had been reading a book, he arched his brow at the man sitting behind his microscope.
"Come on, then," he called out gently, but in a tone that left no room for argument. "You have a headache, don't you? I know just the thing. Doctor's orders." Moving around to lie back against the arm of the sofa, he opened his legs so the taller man could sit between them, the optimal position for that head massage.
YES WE DO. Yaaaay <3 We can never have too much fluff.shutupimageniusFebruary 8 2012, 00:29:54 UTC
Yes, headaches are what tended to happen when you spent a full afternoon staring intently into a microscope without a break. Sherlock was prepared to ignore it, far too invested in examining the contents of the latest slide he'd prepared for his experiment.
He flicks his gaze towards the sitting room when John speaks, debating momentarily whether to listen or not. His decision was made for him by the fact that John's voice had the curious power to make him quite compliant despite whatever his plans were. He pushes himself standing and moved to enter the sitting room, smiling gently when he saw his favorite spot all ready for him. He moved to the sofa, crawling into John's lap and settling in against his front. He got comfortable with a soft sigh, his fingers stroking over John's knees. "What do you prescribe, doctor?" he asked in a low purr, feeling much better already.
YES. because the angst of our other thread will probably kill us BUT I STILL LOVE IT. xDmightbebloggingFebruary 8 2012, 01:46:40 UTC
John's lips curled upwards into a satisfied, slightly smug sort of smile. Mostly, he was pleased that Sherlock had become so compliant with him, even when he was otherwise engaged in an experiment. There had been a time when he would have ignored the doctor altogether, but since certain changes in their relationship... things had been a bit different in that area. He almost feels guilty, and the temptation to abuse and take advantage of his power over the other man is often there. But, on the other hand, there is very little he won't do for his partner. It's often a win-win situation, such as now, for he loved running his fingers through that gorgeous hair, and feel Sherlock melt against him
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Sherlock thought distantly that he should be annoyed at how easily John talked him into things now, but he really didn't have the heart to be upset about it when he got so much in return. He got someone he could confide in and cuddle up to and for someone who had been so alone for so long, that made it entirely worth it. He knows John would never think to take advantage of his odd ability to get Sherlock to do anything anyway. Well, maybe he could take advantage of it a little when they were in the bedroom.
He smiled and squeezed John's knee with an approving hum when he kissed his neck, the motion aiding in relaxing him even further. He groaned softly when John's hands started to work their magic, feeling like he might actually be able to just fall asleep right here. "You didn't tell me drowsiness was a side effect." he murmured with a lazy smirk, leaning into the touch all too eagerly.
John wouldn't intentionally get in Sherlock's way when he was doing something important for a case. However, when he was just stubbornly working away on an experiment that was not of immediate importance, and he was doing some sort of harm to his body, the good doctor couldn't help but use his 'powers.' It was for Sherlock's on good, too, and it yes, it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy these lazy moments... or the more involved, intimate ones that took place in the bedroom, or anywhere in the house, for that matter
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John's touch really did wonders for Sherlock, having already taken the edge off his headache and put him well on the way to complete and utter tranquility. It was no mean feat to get Sherlock so content, but John succeeded at it almost effortlessly.
"Mmn. It appears I'm afflicted with both." he said in a soft purr, stroking his hands up and down John's legs. He smiled with a little sigh as John kissed his neck, adjusting himself enough so he could turn his head and kiss him lazily as he tended to him. He liked these simple moments between them just as much as the more frenetic ones where they just desperately needed a shag. He enjoyed just enveloping himself in John's warmth as he kissed him just for the sake of kissing him. He pulled his knees up to outright curl up on John, resting his head on his shoulder as he continued the gentle snogging while John massaged his scalp. It was absolute perfection, and John was going to have quite the difficult time getting out from under him unless he decided to simply carry him up to bed.
It was simple moments like these that could slowly build into a shag too, though. But John enjoyed every moment that involved touching Sherlock. Every time was different, just like no two lovemaking sessions were ever the same, either. There were the desperate, frenzied, pounding-until-you-scream shagging, as well the slower, almost lazy, but just as passionate and pleasurable shagging. Right now, the moment was just stroking hands and tender, sweet kisses, and it was all completely fine and perfect for him. He smiled against that kiss, before returning it, his fingers continuing their massaging trek in those now sufficiently ruffled curls. It was no secret now that he rather enjoyed just kissing his partner, even when it was unhurried like this and not necessarily leading to passionate sex. As the long-limbed detective curled into him, the good doctor removed one hand from his head, then wrapped it around him, pulling him even closer and into his lap. The other's weight didn't bother him at all - if anything, Sherlock needed to eat
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/hides in fluffy thread because I can't deal with ALL THE SADshutupimageniusFebruary 13 2012, 04:38:35 UTC
Sherlock too loved every moment of this, having adjusted extremely well to tactile stimulation for someone who had never engaged in it before. It all felt so natural with John, and it seemed almost like he just instinctively knew exactly when to kiss him or when to leap onto him and start ripping his clothes off. He liked getting to feel things out like this, letting things progress naturally into either a slow and soft or fast and hard, both of which assuredly had their merits
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/gets you a happy tag so you won't leave me! xDmightbebloggingFebruary 18 2012, 05:48:14 UTC
John smirked in dry amusement at Sherlock's cheeky retort, but did not stop kissing him. He loved feeling the reverberations of the other man moaning against his lips, and that, along with the arms wrapping around his neck and the fingers in his hair helped him decide that the massage could be at least temporarily over for the moment. Ceasing said massage, he moved that hand down to grab onto Sherlock's leg and pull it over to his other side so that the other man was straddling his lap. The weight was a welcome presence, and indeed almost like having a rather overgrown cat on his lap. Of course, Sherlock was very much not a cat, but a rather seductive, gorgeous, full-grown man, and he would eventually drive the good doctor practically wild. Sighing softly against that kiss, he moved his hands down the other's back before settling around his narrow waist
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I could never leave you my love! (well except that one time for three years :D;;)shutupimageniusFebruary 21 2012, 04:20:18 UTC
Sherlock was enjoying the kiss far too much to want to stop it, and he was glad John appeared to feel the same. He smiled against his lips when he felt his hand on his leg, eagerly adjusting himself per John's direction to settle in his lap. He leaves his arms in place around him, leaning into him and mussing his hair a little as he kissed him
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...in which I get you more tags because I misses our play, bb! <333mightbebloggingFebruary 26 2012, 03:22:24 UTC
"I think many of my army mates would be a bit domesticated themselves, with their respective partners, and they'd to well to remember I'm still capable of putting up a good fight when I need to," he returned with a dry half-grin. "Or don't you remember I've got a pretty good right arm?" Of course, Sherlock had asked John to punch him, right before he'd punched him first, so really, he'd literally been asking for it. Good thing they were past all that, of course, and had moved on to much more affectionate ways of showing their, well, affection. No more reading between the lines of subtext
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Sherlock smirks right back as John speaks, knowing far too well that John is eternally a soldier and will always put up a good fight. He settles into John's lap, his grin turning lustful at the memory of John being all tough and manly when he tackled him to the ground. "I could hardly forget, Captain." he purred, his kink for John playing the authoritative soldier not exactly a secret
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Oh look, a HAPPY SEXY THREAD. :DmightbebloggingMarch 2 2012, 03:18:58 UTC
"I see nothing wrong with ever leaving the flat again, if it meant having lots and lots of sex with my incredibly sexy boyfriend," John smirked back. He didn't know when he'd slipped into calling Sherlock his 'boyfriend,' because even that common term didn't fit their very uncommon relationship. He always felt they had so much more than just some regular couple did, gay or heterosexual. Soul-mates? He liked to think so, yes. What he felt for Sherlock, and the connection he felt they shared went beyond dictionary words. Some nights, when he woke up for some reason or another, and the other man was still asleep, he just watched him in awe and wonder that what they had was real. It seemed too good to be true sometimes
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John's words cause Sherlock's face to break into one of his smiles that was completely genuine and unguarded; the kind he saves just for him. Being a boyfriend was a title he never imagined he'd ever hold, and now that he did, it was something he enjoyed quite a lot for the sheer novelty of it. It made him feel like a teenager, like he was making up for lost time and experiences right here with John, including the giddy thrill one gets when being referred to as a boyfriend. He still retained that what he had with John was impossible to define, but it was still fun to try. Soul-mates was the closest they'd came so far, he thought
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"Now, let's see if we can work out a bit of that tension, eh, love?" he asked cheekily, with a half-grin. John absolutely loved Sherlock so compliant and lazy like this. As much as he loved being impressed by the clever deductions and the way he could be such a whirlwind, he liked these moments, too. John placed Sherlock's arms up just over his head there on the bed, then slowly ran his oiled hands up the top of those arms, all the way until his hands slid over the other's hands, and fingers slid between fingers. He pressed his stomach down over his back, covering his body for that moment... and quite unable to suddenly resist, professional or not, he placed a few kisses and then nips to Sherlock's ear, letting his warm breath wash over his skin. "Good, darling?" he practically purred into his ear, kissing his earlobe again. It was already obvious to him that he wouldn't be able to do this for very long and not become aroused. He still wore his boxer shorts, but the material was thin, for the most part. But he had every intention of
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"Come on, then," he called out gently, but in a tone that left no room for argument. "You have a headache, don't you? I know just the thing. Doctor's orders." Moving around to lie back against the arm of the sofa, he opened his legs so the taller man could sit between them, the optimal position for that head massage.
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He flicks his gaze towards the sitting room when John speaks, debating momentarily whether to listen or not. His decision was made for him by the fact that John's voice had the curious power to make him quite compliant despite whatever his plans were. He pushes himself standing and moved to enter the sitting room, smiling gently when he saw his favorite spot all ready for him. He moved to the sofa, crawling into John's lap and settling in against his front. He got comfortable with a soft sigh, his fingers stroking over John's knees. "What do you prescribe, doctor?" he asked in a low purr, feeling much better already.
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He smiled and squeezed John's knee with an approving hum when he kissed his neck, the motion aiding in relaxing him even further. He groaned softly when John's hands started to work their magic, feeling like he might actually be able to just fall asleep right here. "You didn't tell me drowsiness was a side effect." he murmured with a lazy smirk, leaning into the touch all too eagerly.
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"Mmn. It appears I'm afflicted with both." he said in a soft purr, stroking his hands up and down John's legs. He smiled with a little sigh as John kissed his neck, adjusting himself enough so he could turn his head and kiss him lazily as he tended to him. He liked these simple moments between them just as much as the more frenetic ones where they just desperately needed a shag. He enjoyed just enveloping himself in John's warmth as he kissed him just for the sake of kissing him. He pulled his knees up to outright curl up on John, resting his head on his shoulder as he continued the gentle snogging while John massaged his scalp. It was absolute perfection, and John was going to have quite the difficult time getting out from under him unless he decided to simply carry him up to bed.
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