Suffering with Sherlock
Last night was my favourite theatrical night - the signer was in :-)
Now for those who don't know at least once a year we do a signed performance. We either get one of two signers, a woman or a man. Now the woman is a FANTASTIC signer, and she boogies :-). Wonderful, wonderful and very very entertaining. She can often be found signing on 'See Hear' and sometimes on the BBC signed programmes early in the morning.
There was also an idiotic woman filming in front of the spot box! Not once... not twice... but three times! She was told after the first time, then she did it again... and she filmed the end! ARGH!
Conversation last night got quite intense and very philosophical... did Shakespeare write all of his plays? Then obviously we ended up talking about Blackadder and specifically the 'Back and Forth Through Time' episode ;-)
*Cough*
Anyway... Response to Holmesslash Valentines challenge #1: Making up after fisticuffs. Holmes and Watson fight, and make up, slash-style. Or friendship. Must include: handcuffs must be used on one or both men, and some mention of pastries or sweets.
Title: Suffering with Sherlock
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Watson is pushed a little too far... semi-tongue in cheek.
Suffering with Sherlock
I was handcuffed to my chair.
The cold metal of the cuffs stinging my wrists, and I knew without looking that there was going to be considerable bruising tomorrow. What sort of man carries two pairs of handcuffs upon his person?
I glared up at Holmes, taking some comfort in the bruise that was beginning to form around his right eye.
"Are you going to un-cuff me?" I enquired.
"In good time, doctor."
"Is this for your safety as much as mine?"
"My dear Watson, it would have been terribly unwise of me to let you persist."
I sneered at him: "Afraid I might win?"
"No, I was afraid that I might hurt you. I am remarkably strong, though admittedly you do have a certain advantage in weight I am far more skilled with my fists than you, my friend."
"Your right eye says otherwise."
"You did rather take me off guard. A man doesn't normally expect to be engaging in a spot of amateur boxing in his sitting room at half past eight in the evening."
"I should have knocked you out, then I wouldn't have to listen to your insufferable manner of speaking! Now let me out of these damned cuffs!"
"Watson, please. All I require is an explanation and then I may consider releasing you."
I laughed. "An explanation? You want an explanation from me? Ha!" I leaned forward in my chair, as far as my bounds would allow. "An explanation. All right." I took a breath. "You berate my writing, insult me, humiliate me... drag me from bed in ridiculous hours of the morning, hardly allowing me time to relieve myself let alone eat without telling me a damn word of where were are going! You refuse to tell me your conclusions then reveal them in a most unnecessarily over-dramatic fashion and then expect me to praise you! You pace about the place like some deranged caged animal, there's your midnight violin practice... your constant ignoring of my medical advice.. indoor target practice... Chemical experiments... Holmes you are the most insufferable man in England!"
"My dear fellow..."
"Don't you 'my dear fellow' me!"
Holmes threw back his head and laughed heartily. "All this because I wouldn't let you stop at the bakery on the way home? Dear me we really must do something about that sweet tooth of yours! Perhaps I should send Mrs Hudson out for one of their pastry selections, perhaps that would ease your temper."
"'Ease my temper'! Holmes all I have had to eat today is a rather fluffy humbug that I found in my pocket. You woke me at a quarter past six, on what is perhaps the coldest night of year and proceeded to drag me halfway across the country without so much as a word of where or why, and you think that offerings of sweet pastry would ease my temper?"
He stood up and crossed to my chair, bending over me in a curious manner. I struggled against my bonds, he smiled softy at me. "Now, now." He smiled again in that irritating manner of his and to my immense surprise, kissed me. It was delicious. His tongue darted between my lips and gently explored my mouth.
"Holmes!" I gasped as he finally pulled away.
"I trust you can be persuade to forgive me?" He said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
I smiled coyly back at him. "Protein is an important part of the diet."
"Capital!"
Last night's CSI was weird... but very cool - I liked the dead bodies sitting up and talking to each other although that camera shot through the back of the girls empty head was just creepy. As bizarre as it was, it was certainly better than the series 5 finale episode which was just ridiculous.
Now for those who don't know at least once a year we do a signed performance. We either get one of two signers, a woman or a man. Now the woman is a FANTASTIC signer, and she boogies :-). Wonderful, wonderful and very very entertaining. She can often be found signing on 'See Hear' and sometimes on the BBC signed programmes early in the morning.
There was also an idiotic woman filming in front of the spot box! Not once... not twice... but three times! She was told after the first time, then she did it again... and she filmed the end! ARGH!
Conversation last night got quite intense and very philosophical... did Shakespeare write all of his plays? Then obviously we ended up talking about Blackadder and specifically the 'Back and Forth Through Time' episode ;-)
*Cough*
Anyway... Response to Holmesslash Valentines challenge #1: Making up after fisticuffs. Holmes and Watson fight, and make up, slash-style. Or friendship. Must include: handcuffs must be used on one or both men, and some mention of pastries or sweets.
Title: Suffering with Sherlock
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Watson is pushed a little too far... semi-tongue in cheek.
Suffering with Sherlock
I was handcuffed to my chair.
The cold metal of the cuffs stinging my wrists, and I knew without looking that there was going to be considerable bruising tomorrow. What sort of man carries two pairs of handcuffs upon his person?
I glared up at Holmes, taking some comfort in the bruise that was beginning to form around his right eye.
"Are you going to un-cuff me?" I enquired.
"In good time, doctor."
"Is this for your safety as much as mine?"
"My dear Watson, it would have been terribly unwise of me to let you persist."
I sneered at him: "Afraid I might win?"
"No, I was afraid that I might hurt you. I am remarkably strong, though admittedly you do have a certain advantage in weight I am far more skilled with my fists than you, my friend."
"Your right eye says otherwise."
"You did rather take me off guard. A man doesn't normally expect to be engaging in a spot of amateur boxing in his sitting room at half past eight in the evening."
"I should have knocked you out, then I wouldn't have to listen to your insufferable manner of speaking! Now let me out of these damned cuffs!"
"Watson, please. All I require is an explanation and then I may consider releasing you."
I laughed. "An explanation? You want an explanation from me? Ha!" I leaned forward in my chair, as far as my bounds would allow. "An explanation. All right." I took a breath. "You berate my writing, insult me, humiliate me... drag me from bed in ridiculous hours of the morning, hardly allowing me time to relieve myself let alone eat without telling me a damn word of where were are going! You refuse to tell me your conclusions then reveal them in a most unnecessarily over-dramatic fashion and then expect me to praise you! You pace about the place like some deranged caged animal, there's your midnight violin practice... your constant ignoring of my medical advice.. indoor target practice... Chemical experiments... Holmes you are the most insufferable man in England!"
"My dear fellow..."
"Don't you 'my dear fellow' me!"
Holmes threw back his head and laughed heartily. "All this because I wouldn't let you stop at the bakery on the way home? Dear me we really must do something about that sweet tooth of yours! Perhaps I should send Mrs Hudson out for one of their pastry selections, perhaps that would ease your temper."
"'Ease my temper'! Holmes all I have had to eat today is a rather fluffy humbug that I found in my pocket. You woke me at a quarter past six, on what is perhaps the coldest night of year and proceeded to drag me halfway across the country without so much as a word of where or why, and you think that offerings of sweet pastry would ease my temper?"
He stood up and crossed to my chair, bending over me in a curious manner. I struggled against my bonds, he smiled softy at me. "Now, now." He smiled again in that irritating manner of his and to my immense surprise, kissed me. It was delicious. His tongue darted between my lips and gently explored my mouth.
"Holmes!" I gasped as he finally pulled away.
"I trust you can be persuade to forgive me?" He said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
I smiled coyly back at him. "Protein is an important part of the diet."
"Capital!"
Last night's CSI was weird... but very cool - I liked the dead bodies sitting up and talking to each other although that camera shot through the back of the girls empty head was just creepy. As bizarre as it was, it was certainly better than the series 5 finale episode which was just ridiculous.