RNG gave me 5 ~<3shutupimageniusNovember 5 2011, 03:30:43 UTC
[Have a Sherlock staring intently at you whilst looking for all the world like his head's about to explode. He doesn't want to admit he has no idea what he's doing, having never expounded his mental file on romance to anything beyond the word 'unnecessary'. Are you going to take pity on him, John, or let him squirm?]
[ John's cheeks warm even more in a blush after Sherlock's blatant offer to whisk him away into an alley, or a closet should the urge take over. He's suddenly feeling very much like a hormone-driven teenager, and it has him giggling again. Its all ridiculous, really, but he hasn't felt this alive - at least in the intimate sense - in quite some time. It shouldn't have been surprising, since he had only felt like he was merely existing until the consulting detective came into his life and turned it upside down. So don't you worry, Sherlock - he'll probably take advantage of you, should the opportunity present itself
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[Sherlock is really starting to be grateful for his ability to make John blush and smile like that. There is no other word for it than 'adorable', as little as he ever uses that word as a descriptor. It's certainly accurate in this case.
He watches intently for John's reaction to his hand over his, feeling his heart patter away in his chest in anticipation. He visibly brightens when John smiles again and entwines their fingers. It's something so simple, really, but it gives him a little thrill to know he could do that whenever he pleased. Part of him was excited for everyone at the Yard to find out about them, so he could hold John's hand proudly with a look that said 'look what I've got that you don't'. The way John strokes his hand is comforting when they were so unceremoniously interrupted, and Sherlock was definitely looking forward to when they could get back to it.
He watches, fascinated as the realization dawns over John's face. He's so proud of him for catching on so quickly.]Very good. Yes, I believe so. The killer
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[ John would probably be both flattered and embarrassed if Sherlock ever called him 'adorable.' But his amusement at hearing the detective use such a descriptor would probably win out over his other reactions. As for holding hands for all the Yard to see someday... well, he would be more than proud to also show off his claim on Sherlock. He didn't really defend the detective with Donovan or Anderson called him a freak, or put him down, but inwardly, he really hated it. What better way to show that, yes, Sherlock was very much a human being, you're being rather ignorant and childish, and you're really missing out because I get to really know and snog this beautiful creature. So there
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[Sherlock smirks back at John's grin at his praise, more than looking forward to finding out what sort of other things John is good at apart from amateur deductive reasoning. He can feel John's awe of him as much as see it, and it picks him up every time because it was so rare that he was complimented or respected for the work he did.
He glances back to John from where he was staring out the window contemplatively, often reading into John's expression what he might say next, but he was drawing a blank at the way John was looking at him now. He's surprised, certainly, to hear all that, though he was similarly afflicted himself. Still, it was all very new to him to have someone express interest in him where it was mutual.
He gives a sly smile and leans in a bit, falling all too easily into flirting in return, though John was the only one where it was genuine.]I think your priorities are exactly where they ought to be. And you know, it'll be a good ten more minutes before we're anywhere near the crime scene. If you're so
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[ John has witnessed Sherlock flirting with other people before, of course, but it was never truly genuine. It was always just to manipulate someone get what he wanted. It bothered the doctor sometimes - especially in Molly's case, because he had become fond of the young woman... but he certainly didn't mind now. Some part of him realized his flatmate was doing this to get what he wanted, but that was alright with him, because he wanted it just as much. Having that man flirt with him so casually, and flash that sly smile really was John's undoing.
No, actually, it was probably the way his voice caressed the word 'urges' and his expression was so eagerly hungry. John smirked lightly, his heart pounding in his chest once again. ]
You are going to be more trouble for me than usual, you know.
[ Not that he minded the trouble, of course. That amused response was all he could manage, because the urge was relentless and he was powerless but to give in. Leaning in to close that small distance, he shifted towards Sherlock, and wrapped his
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[John was the only person where he would actually make good on his flirting, and he found he rather liked knowing that the back and forth would end in actual snogging this time. And yes, maybe he really enjoyed the way John looked at him when he turned on his rarely used charm.]
I suppose it's good for both of us that you love trouble, then. [His voice is low in his eagerness, too ready for John to eliminate the distance between them, just like that. He shifts closer too, resting a hand on John's side to loosely grab at his coat. His other hand rests on his chest, just over his heart to study how the tempo changed during this activity. He's pressed up just perfectly against John's side like this, tilting his head to press the kiss a bit deeper and enjoy these few minutes before they'd be forced to part yet again
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[ John didn't mean to be verbal, but he couldn't help the quiet mixture between a moan and a slight whimper that escaped his lips, muffled when Sherlock sucked on his lower lip like that. He was only all too willing to part his lips and allow that tongue to slip deliciously into his mouth. Their tongues met in a slow sort of tangle, causing him to lean into the kiss that much more. For someone who may not be well-practiced in the art of snogging, the consulting detective is doing a very fine job. Not that John should be surprised, of course - Sherlock doesn't do anything unless he can do it well
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[Sherlock smirks against his lips when John moans like that, all too excited about how easily he elicited that reaction. He feels John lean into him and is all too happy to tug him closer. It's true that he's not used to this, but it makes him all the more invested so he can get good at it quickly. Based on how John's reacting, he's thinking he's coming along quite well indeed.
He gives a soft groan at the way John sucks on his tongue and squeezes his thigh, pressing closer to really attack his mouth. His hands fist into John's coat, hugging him close as John kisses over his jawline. God, he really wished they didn't have a case now, because he was getting far too aroused by all this. He's almost trying to pull himself into John's lap to get closer, meeting the kiss enthusiastically.]
[ Good Lord, John can't remember the last time he felt this driven by his hormones. He might as well have been a teenager all over again, it was completely, utterly ridiculous... and yet, he was loving every lustful second of it. He just giving into his desires with little restraint, his quiet moan muffled against the furious tangle of lips. He would have happily pulled Sherlock into his lap were there more room in the back seat, but as it was, they're stuck to nearly facing each other, knees and legs touching.
It was incredibly arousing, especially seeing as how it had been some time since John had been intimate with someone. He couldn't recall how he'd gone so long without this, and he was just thinking about how much he wished they were back in the flat so he could rip that shirt off and run his mouth over every last inch of Sherlock's pale chest
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[Sherlock was similarly afflicted in being a complete slave to his hormones. He'd never had that adolescent stage of life where one wants to have sex all the time. He'd grown up very fast, skipping straight from precocious child to a calculating adult with no stage in between, which was the stage one usually had make-out sessions with their partner in the back of a cab. It was thrilling to know that John could awaken this side of him, a side he never imagined even existed
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[ Oh, John rather looked forward to letting Sherlock continue to explore this newly awakened side. It was most certainly a side he'd never seen before, and really, there was still so much they could do... the anticipation probably would have killed a lesser man, and most certainly a younger one. But, if nothing else, he likes to think he has some control over his urges and his hormones to act professionally. The cab scene had been a bit of a slip up, but it wouldn't happen again, now that they were out in public. He can't help but huff a chuckle of laughter at Sherlock's petulant reply and look, before composing himself best he could
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[It seemed like a case was Sherlock's only hope of keeping his hands to himself, being that it was the only thing to hold his interest like John did. It made him all the more determined to solve this quickly so they could get back to it.
He checks over the body exhaustively, learning that the victim had a coke habit and broke a few nails in the struggle. He nods as John speaks to confirm what he already suspected.]
Just like Jack. [He murmured, his eyes flicking over the body all the while.]
Grabbed her from behind. [There were obvious bruises on her arms from where he'd pinned them.] She struggled. [He picks up her hands, finding a bit of dried blood under her nails.] Get a sample of this. [He said, pointing out the blood to the forensic team.] It could be hers, or maybe she scratched him.
He slit her throat after a few moments and carved her up postmortem. That's his MO. [Lestrade questioned who he was talking about, and Sherlock ignored him completely.] Your next murder will be on Hanbury Street, Inspector, eight
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[ John is, as always, fascinated as he watches Sherlock go through his process of deduction, seemingly picking things out of thin air. His looks is among those stunned, of course, although he's the only one that grins back at the detective. The others, namely Anderson and Donovan, look rather annoyed and put off. Lestrade just looks resigned, poor man. ]
Fantastic.
[ The word is out of the doctor's lips before he can stop it. Of course, praise from him is nothing new. What is a bit new, however, is the way he's admiring Sherlock with his eyes. No one seems to pick up on it, save Sally, who looks a bit suspicious. Poor John doesn't notice it.
There is a secret shared between the consulting detective and his doctor now, after all. The sooner this case is solved, the better, so they can return to doing certain other things. And God help him, but John wants to pull the taller man aside and snog the hell out of him, right there and then
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[Sherlock enjoys the stunned silence thoroughly, especially when it's finally broken by John's praise. He gives him a slight smile, holding back the desire to just whisk out of there and kiss the breath out of him as soon as he could.
He's annoyingly dragged from that train of thought when Lestrade starts asking questions. He shares that silently yearning gaze with John for just a split second before addressing their obvious questions.]
What we're dealing with here is a copycat killer of Jack the Ripper. Someone with medical training, just like Jack, based on the cuts. Jack had five canonical killings, and this is the first. The second was eight days after the first on Hanbury Street.
[He answers whatever lingering questions Lestrade has, looking fairly antsy about getting out of there. He finally gets impatient after a few moments.] If you have any more questions, you can text me. Now, though, I have a previous engagement. [He was certainly looking forward to being there to conclude the case several days later, but now he
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[ Lestrade still looks rather surprised, and with good reason. Sherlock had solved a case in record time, and apparently had another 'engagement' to attend to. Of course, they had no idea said engagement involved his flatmate, much snogging, and most likely the removal of articles of clothing. That thought alone made John's insides do flips of anticipation. He swallowed hard, pretending calm and casual as was the norm, and merely nodded to Lestrade. He noted Donovan still looked wary, but he ignored it. ]
Have a good evening, then.
[ With that, he ducked his head a bit, and resisted the urge to go racing after Sherlock and rush them into the nearest alley. He had a bit more control than that, being a grown man and all, so surely he could wait until they were safely back in their flat. Honestly, he couldn't think of a time when 221B Baker Street had looked more welcome and inviting. But all the 'waiting' was really catching up to him. Once they were a safe distance from the crime scene, and he was walking at the other's side, did he
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He watches intently for John's reaction to his hand over his, feeling his heart patter away in his chest in anticipation. He visibly brightens when John smiles again and entwines their fingers. It's something so simple, really, but it gives him a little thrill to know he could do that whenever he pleased. Part of him was excited for everyone at the Yard to find out about them, so he could hold John's hand proudly with a look that said 'look what I've got that you don't'. The way John strokes his hand is comforting when they were so unceremoniously interrupted, and Sherlock was definitely looking forward to when they could get back to it.
He watches, fascinated as the realization dawns over John's face. He's so proud of him for catching on so quickly.]Very good. Yes, I believe so. The killer ( ... )
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He glances back to John from where he was staring out the window contemplatively, often reading into John's expression what he might say next, but he was drawing a blank at the way John was looking at him now. He's surprised, certainly, to hear all that, though he was similarly afflicted himself. Still, it was all very new to him to have someone express interest in him where it was mutual.
He gives a sly smile and leans in a bit, falling all too easily into flirting in return, though John was the only one where it was genuine.]I think your priorities are exactly where they ought to be. And you know, it'll be a good ten more minutes before we're anywhere near the crime scene. If you're so ( ... )
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No, actually, it was probably the way his voice caressed the word 'urges' and his expression was so eagerly hungry. John smirked lightly, his heart pounding in his chest once again. ]
You are going to be more trouble for me than usual, you know.
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I suppose it's good for both of us that you love trouble, then. [His voice is low in his eagerness, too ready for John to eliminate the distance between them, just like that. He shifts closer too, resting a hand on John's side to loosely grab at his coat. His other hand rests on his chest, just over his heart to study how the tempo changed during this activity. He's pressed up just perfectly against John's side like this, tilting his head to press the kiss a bit deeper and enjoy these few minutes before they'd be forced to part yet again ( ... )
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He gives a soft groan at the way John sucks on his tongue and squeezes his thigh, pressing closer to really attack his mouth. His hands fist into John's coat, hugging him close as John kisses over his jawline. God, he really wished they didn't have a case now, because he was getting far too aroused by all this. He's almost trying to pull himself into John's lap to get closer, meeting the kiss enthusiastically.]
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It was incredibly arousing, especially seeing as how it had been some time since John had been intimate with someone. He couldn't recall how he'd gone so long without this, and he was just thinking about how much he wished they were back in the flat so he could rip that shirt off and run his mouth over every last inch of Sherlock's pale chest ( ... )
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He checks over the body exhaustively, learning that the victim had a coke habit and broke a few nails in the struggle. He nods as John speaks to confirm what he already suspected.]
Just like Jack. [He murmured, his eyes flicking over the body all the while.]
Grabbed her from behind. [There were obvious bruises on her arms from where he'd pinned them.] She struggled. [He picks up her hands, finding a bit of dried blood under her nails.] Get a sample of this. [He said, pointing out the blood to the forensic team.] It could be hers, or maybe she scratched him.
He slit her throat after a few moments and carved her up postmortem. That's his MO. [Lestrade questioned who he was talking about, and Sherlock ignored him completely.] Your next murder will be on Hanbury Street, Inspector, eight ( ... )
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Fantastic.
[ The word is out of the doctor's lips before he can stop it. Of course, praise from him is nothing new. What is a bit new, however, is the way he's admiring Sherlock with his eyes. No one seems to pick up on it, save Sally, who looks a bit suspicious. Poor John doesn't notice it.
There is a secret shared between the consulting detective and his doctor now, after all. The sooner this case is solved, the better, so they can return to doing certain other things. And God help him, but John wants to pull the taller man aside and snog the hell out of him, right there and then ( ... )
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He's annoyingly dragged from that train of thought when Lestrade starts asking questions. He shares that silently yearning gaze with John for just a split second before addressing their obvious questions.]
What we're dealing with here is a copycat killer of Jack the Ripper. Someone with medical training, just like Jack, based on the cuts. Jack had five canonical killings, and this is the first. The second was eight days after the first on Hanbury Street.
[He answers whatever lingering questions Lestrade has, looking fairly antsy about getting out of there. He finally gets impatient after a few moments.] If you have any more questions, you can text me. Now, though, I have a previous engagement. [He was certainly looking forward to being there to conclude the case several days later, but now he ( ... )
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Have a good evening, then.
[ With that, he ducked his head a bit, and resisted the urge to go racing after Sherlock and rush them into the nearest alley. He had a bit more control than that, being a grown man and all, so surely he could wait until they were safely back in their flat. Honestly, he couldn't think of a time when 221B Baker Street had looked more welcome and inviting. But all the 'waiting' was really catching up to him. Once they were a safe distance from the crime scene, and he was walking at the other's side, did he ( ... )
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