FIC: On the Importance of Knocking
Title: On the Importance of Knocking
Rating: 15/R/M
Synopsis: In response to the holmesslash challenge: Someone catches our duo in a compromising position. Include a cushion/pillow hiding on the guys' naughty bits.
Inspiration: Every Granada episode where either Mrs Hudson or Watson walk into Holmes's room without waiting for his reply, and this picture of spacefall's.
On the Importance of Knocking
To Sherlock Holmes's annoyance, whenever someone knocked on his bedroom door they never waited for an answer. They seemed to take it as read that he would either be in bed, or dressed.
He had toyed with the idea of sitting naked in his room until someone did knock and enter without his reply, but on further thought he decided that he didn't want to witness Mrs Hudson or the maids reaction to finding him in such a state of undress.
On this occasion, he was naked. He was also not alone.
His good friend and trusty biographer, Dr Watson was lying at his side. He too was naked, but had had the decency to slip beneath the covers.
Holmes looked down at his friend in mild frustration, it was almost six o'clock in the morning and he would dearly like to get some sleep but Dr Watson's snoring was legendary. He had spent some time in the study of correctly waking sleeping doctors and now it was time to test his method.
Carefully he slid his hand under the comforter and began to trail his fingers lightly along the inside of Watson's thigh. His almost feather like touch had the desired effect and his dear friend moaned graciously in his sleep. Holmes smiled and gently continued his caress until he had the desired reaction.
Gently, ever so softly he traced his fingers around Watson's most sensitive part which quivered and responded desperately. Holmes continued with his agonisingly slow pace. The light smile forming upon Watson's lips told him more than he needed to know and soon it was all over.
Watson's eyes shot open.
"I was having the most wonderful dream." He sounded a trifle breathless.
"Indeed." Holmes replied with a smile, discreetly wiping his hand upon the bedsheets.
"Yes." He regarded Holmes for a moment, "it wasn't a dream was it?"
"No."
Watson sighed, "at least it's one of the more pleasant ways to be woken." He rubbed his eyes, "what time is it?"
"Almost six."
"Good grief." Watson exclaimed, swinging his legs out of the bed and reaching for his trousers. "You could have woken me earlier!"
"I had no idea you were in such a hurry, doctor." Holmes placed his hands behind his head and settled back against the pillow. Watson glared at him, desperately trying to ignore the rather pleasing image that Holmes conjured as he lay back presenting himself in such a manner.
"I'm not a hurry, I just don't relish the chance of being caught." He pulled on his shirt, noting that in their frantic exertions the night before he had lost a button. "Damn! You could be more careful."
"Mrs Hudson won't be up for at least another hour. As for your button, if you recall the exact words you said to me last night were..."
"Yes, yes." Watson wavered him into silence. "Cuff link... where the devil is the other cuff link?"
Holmes moved to the edge of the bed and sat there for some time, amused as the good doctor scrambled about the floor looking for his missing cuff link. He watched him for several moments before rising and crossing to his dressing table, there he picked up the item in question.
"Watson..."
"Do something useful, help me look..."
"Watson!" He turned to face Holmes, who was holding up the cuff link with an amused expression upon his face. "Ah, thank you."
"My pleasure." Holmes lit a cigarette and leaned against the dresser.
Watson sat down on the bed and pulled on his socks. "You might want to consider putting something on."
"It's a perfectly fresh morning, and to be without ones clothes is quite invigorating."
"It might be but..."
As Watson spoke there was a knock at the door and before Holmes could reply, Mrs Hudson walked in. She glanced about the room from the half-dressed doctor to the beetroot red detective trying to conceal his modesty behind a cushion and cleared her throat.
"There is a young lady to see you, gentlemen. I shall ask her to wait downstairs." With that she left without so much as a word or second glance.
There was a long silence, during which Holmes and Watson exchanged looks.
Downstairs waiting in Mrs Hudson's cosy little sitting room, the young lady was alarmed to hear violent hysterical laughter coming from the rooms above her and questioned her decision to see Mr Holmes.
My copy of 'Good Old Index' arrived today, with so much wrapping that it proved to be a very frustrating game of pass the parcel to get the damn thing. Several cuts later and bits of paper all over the floor, success. I then had to get the dust pan and brush to clean up the floor of the spot box, but had to endure the laughter of everyone present. Ah well.
Rating: 15/R/M
Synopsis: In response to the holmesslash challenge: Someone catches our duo in a compromising position. Include a cushion/pillow hiding on the guys' naughty bits.
Inspiration: Every Granada episode where either Mrs Hudson or Watson walk into Holmes's room without waiting for his reply, and this picture of spacefall's.
On the Importance of Knocking
To Sherlock Holmes's annoyance, whenever someone knocked on his bedroom door they never waited for an answer. They seemed to take it as read that he would either be in bed, or dressed.
He had toyed with the idea of sitting naked in his room until someone did knock and enter without his reply, but on further thought he decided that he didn't want to witness Mrs Hudson or the maids reaction to finding him in such a state of undress.
On this occasion, he was naked. He was also not alone.
His good friend and trusty biographer, Dr Watson was lying at his side. He too was naked, but had had the decency to slip beneath the covers.
Holmes looked down at his friend in mild frustration, it was almost six o'clock in the morning and he would dearly like to get some sleep but Dr Watson's snoring was legendary. He had spent some time in the study of correctly waking sleeping doctors and now it was time to test his method.
Carefully he slid his hand under the comforter and began to trail his fingers lightly along the inside of Watson's thigh. His almost feather like touch had the desired effect and his dear friend moaned graciously in his sleep. Holmes smiled and gently continued his caress until he had the desired reaction.
Gently, ever so softly he traced his fingers around Watson's most sensitive part which quivered and responded desperately. Holmes continued with his agonisingly slow pace. The light smile forming upon Watson's lips told him more than he needed to know and soon it was all over.
Watson's eyes shot open.
"I was having the most wonderful dream." He sounded a trifle breathless.
"Indeed." Holmes replied with a smile, discreetly wiping his hand upon the bedsheets.
"Yes." He regarded Holmes for a moment, "it wasn't a dream was it?"
"No."
Watson sighed, "at least it's one of the more pleasant ways to be woken." He rubbed his eyes, "what time is it?"
"Almost six."
"Good grief." Watson exclaimed, swinging his legs out of the bed and reaching for his trousers. "You could have woken me earlier!"
"I had no idea you were in such a hurry, doctor." Holmes placed his hands behind his head and settled back against the pillow. Watson glared at him, desperately trying to ignore the rather pleasing image that Holmes conjured as he lay back presenting himself in such a manner.
"I'm not a hurry, I just don't relish the chance of being caught." He pulled on his shirt, noting that in their frantic exertions the night before he had lost a button. "Damn! You could be more careful."
"Mrs Hudson won't be up for at least another hour. As for your button, if you recall the exact words you said to me last night were..."
"Yes, yes." Watson wavered him into silence. "Cuff link... where the devil is the other cuff link?"
Holmes moved to the edge of the bed and sat there for some time, amused as the good doctor scrambled about the floor looking for his missing cuff link. He watched him for several moments before rising and crossing to his dressing table, there he picked up the item in question.
"Watson..."
"Do something useful, help me look..."
"Watson!" He turned to face Holmes, who was holding up the cuff link with an amused expression upon his face. "Ah, thank you."
"My pleasure." Holmes lit a cigarette and leaned against the dresser.
Watson sat down on the bed and pulled on his socks. "You might want to consider putting something on."
"It's a perfectly fresh morning, and to be without ones clothes is quite invigorating."
"It might be but..."
As Watson spoke there was a knock at the door and before Holmes could reply, Mrs Hudson walked in. She glanced about the room from the half-dressed doctor to the beetroot red detective trying to conceal his modesty behind a cushion and cleared her throat.
"There is a young lady to see you, gentlemen. I shall ask her to wait downstairs." With that she left without so much as a word or second glance.
There was a long silence, during which Holmes and Watson exchanged looks.
Downstairs waiting in Mrs Hudson's cosy little sitting room, the young lady was alarmed to hear violent hysterical laughter coming from the rooms above her and questioned her decision to see Mr Holmes.
My copy of 'Good Old Index' arrived today, with so much wrapping that it proved to be a very frustrating game of pass the parcel to get the damn thing. Several cuts later and bits of paper all over the floor, success. I then had to get the dust pan and brush to clean up the floor of the spot box, but had to endure the laughter of everyone present. Ah well.