After a series of vague telegrams, Holmes thinks he a dinner engagement with Mycroft tonight. With Mycroft and Watson. Neither Mycroft nor Holmes ever really expressed specific interest in dining together, and Holmes didn't expressly accept, but that's just how he and Mycroft tend to do things like this. Holmes especially is never quite sure how to ( Read more... )

Island life is not as stimulating as life in London. Even with the variety of people here and the strange occurrences, Holmes finds himself feeling idle much of the time, and the lack of food of any substance or flavor or worth has left him quite unhappy and in need of a good, absorbing distraction. The best answer he could think of was to recall ( Read more... )

Once the adrenaline fades, Holmes is only left with an empty sitting room and an empty hole inside him that won't be filled until the next case. He could've been happier about it, maybe, if he didn't think this would be the last case he did with Watson. If Mary Morstan hadn't been involved, hadn't been so sweet, hadn't been so pretty, hadn't been ( Read more... )

JSYK THERE'S A LOT THAT HAPPENED IN EMAILS WHILE LJ WAS GOING CRAZY OK

THERE WAS A LOT OF FIRST TIME SEX AND THEN HOLMES REALIZED THAT HE WAS TOO BUSY HAVING SEX TO LIKE WORRY ABOUT THE GUY WHO SENT A SNAKE TO KILL THEM IN THEIR HOTEL ROOM IN ITALY SO THEN HE JUST GOT DRESSED AND LEFT AT 4:30 AM

OK HERE WE GO

( The first thing Holmes had done after leaving Baker St. was visit Mycroft. )

( Italy is living up to Holmes's expectations, and he's been enjoying these romantic excursions with Watson. )

Continued from hereHe bites back another sigh. His mental image of a diagram of the female sex flickers as Watson shifts against him, further confirming that Holmes is rather trapped against Watson. God, but he smells good. With Watson's head against him, his nose is practically in Watson's hair. He catches himself inhaling Watson's scent and ( Read more... )

so remember that time holmes wrote a letter to mycroft to tell him that he and watson were doing it

here's another one where he tells mycroft that, oops, lestrade saw them do it. but it might be okay.

( My lethargic brother )

Holmes is bristling with post-case satisfaction. Oh, yes, he located the person responsible for the crime and now he's on his way to the Yard, and there's something in that worth some pride, but for Holmes, all that matters is the mystery. And the fact that it's been resolved. The pieces fell neatly into place and he left Watson and Lestrade with ( Read more... )

Continued from here"Oh, there absolutely must be some traditional deflowering," he murmurs back, his voice husky, and he settles easily into Watson's embrace. He's already shed his shirt, happy to be free of that layer, and he cups Watson's face in his hand to give him a long, hungry kiss. Maybe it's shameful that they are so eager to tear each ( Read more... )

Continued from hereHe smirks faintly, adjusting to being touched once again, but so far nothing seems to be driving him toward sensory overload. It helps that Watson can amuse him, even now, even when Holmes's heart is racing just a little at entering into something like this now, so suddenly ( Read more... )