Indulgence and celebrations
It's 11 minutes past midnight here in the UK so...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO elina_kivimaki!!!!
Here is your fic:
Title: Hot Fun
Rating: bordering a 15 I think
Dedication: This is for elina_kivimaki's 22nd birthday :-).
Synopsis: Sherlock Holmes & Doctor Watson decide to attend the Turkish Bath.
As part of one his recent disguises, Holmes had had his hair cut quite short. Unfortunately now when his hair was wet and dried naturally (that is without human intervention with a towel) it tended to go 'fluffy'. Mrs Hudson had said that he looked 'adorable', and I had to agree - Sherlock Holmes with slightly mad looking fluffy hair is an adorable image. He didn't quite see it this way and took great care to ensure that this did not happen.
It was some weeks since his case and there was nothing presently to tax his powers. As he had nothing on hand presently, Holmes hadn't quite bothered to dress fully - trousers and a shirt, but minus cuffs, collar, tie or braces. Now Sherlock Holmes is not a man who was built to wear trousers without braces and as a result they were slowly slipping down his hips. As he worked on his chemical experiment he paused every now and then to pull them back up. I sat in his chair by the fire (for it gave a good view of his chemistry table) and watched him over the top of my sea-novel.
"Why don't you put your braces on?" I asked after observing him for the fifth time in a matter of minutes having to adjust them.
"Hmm?" He didn't look up.
"I said: why don't you put your braces on?" He merely shrugged in reply. "Holmes..."
"You're not expecting company are you?"
"No, but..."
"Neither am I."
This seemed to be the end of the matter and so with a sigh I changed topic. "What are you working on?"
"Rather an abrupt change of topic, doctor."
"You are exasperating at times, Holmes." He laughed. "Well?"
"Oh, the experiment." He turned on his stool. "I'm working on a chemical test for gun powder."
"For gun powder?"
"Let me give you an example: A man has been shot dead, police have arrested someone with soot on their hands. Is it soot or could it be gun powder?"
"Ah, rather like your 'Sherlock Holmes Blood Test'."
"Yes, rather like that." He turned back to the table.
"I'll let you get on then." I went back to my novel, I said looking over the top at him. "still think you should put your braces on."
Holmes poured something into a beaker. "Well if my trousers fall down you have my permission to say 'I told you so.'"
Two hours later there was a loud explosion accompanied by a foul smell. I coughed as I quickly opened the window.
"Was Sulphuric Acid such a good idea?" I asked taking a deep breath.
"Perhaps not." He coughed and surveyed the mess upon his desk. "Damn."
I'd had enough of this and marched into his bedroom, collected collar, cuffs, tie, waistcoat, jacket *and* braces and dropped them onto the chair next to Holmes. "Get dressed."
He looked slightly surprised, "why?"
"I'm prescribing us both a Turkish Bath."
Looking a bit bemused Holmes stripped off his dressing gown and began to dress. "You want me to get dressed so that I can get undressed?"
"Don't be awkward."
Less than half an hour later we were undressing in the changing rooms of the Jermyn Street Turkish Bath. Despite all his self-confidence and our intimate relationship Sherlock Holmes is bit shy when it comes to undressing in front of people and whereas I am content to wrap the towel simply around my waist Holmes tends ensure that he is completely covered by a towel.
"You can tell you were never a border." I said as we made our way into the main chamber.
"What makes you say that?" He replied.
"When we were changing you were very careful to expose only the minimum amount of flesh."
"I might have an embarrassing scar or birth mark."
"No, you would have eventually got over any initial shyness."
"Perhaps."
"So you were most likely a day boy."
"Or I might not have attended public school."
"Did you?"
"I wouldn't want to spoil your deductive fun."
"I'm going to take that as a 'no'."
"Oh?"
I sighed, "why do you never give a straight answer to a direct question?"
Sherlock Holmes laughed.
Later I left Holmes apparently asleep in the drying room to partake in a refreshing massage. Much to my amusement (and Holmes's apparent irritation) his hair had indeed gone fluffy. I was beginning to rather like this new hair cut of his.
As I lay on the stone bench, my eyes closed, and enjoying the sensual feeling of the massage I began to drift off. I imagined that the hands running around my flesh were the hands of someone more intimately acquainted than of my masseur. The massage became deeper and more sensual, and I was enjoying myself until I felt a hand on my thigh a little closer to a certain part of my anatomy than I would have liked
I moved quickly, "what the dev...Holmes!"
"Shush." He replied, holding an oil slicked finger to his lips.
"What are you doing?" I asked in a low voice, glancing about.
"I thought you might enjoy this better." His eyes flickered south, "obviously I was right." Blushing I quickly rearranged the towel about my person. Holmes grinned, "come one, let's return to Baker Street before I am tempted to commit an indiscretion."
With as much haste as possible we dressed (which involved a little creative positioning from me), paid our bill and were soon in a handsome cab hurtling towards our sitting room. Holmes was clearly in a playful mood as he kept placing his hand onto my thigh and squeezing lightly. I hurried up the stairs whist Holmes ensured that we would not be disturbed for the remained of the afternoon.
Once the door was locked, Holmes threw himself at me with all the restraint of an amorous terrier.
Our lips locked together and our hands fumbled at clothing as we somehow managed to make our way into the bedroom and onto the bed without a disaster.
What happened next, decency forbids me from telling - all I can say is that, that afternoon I am sure I saw heaven. We lay cuddled together on the bed, hot, sweaty and exhausted. I noticed that Holmes's hair was still fluffy and I knew that my own was in a complete state of disarray. As I nuzzled Holmes's shoulder a horrifying thought struck me.
"Holmes," I struggled to sit up, "do you think Mrs Hudson heard us?"
"My dear fellow," he replied sleepily, his arm behind his head, "the amount of noise you were making the entire street heard us."
I did what any self-respecting gentleman would do in such a situation and hit him with a pillow. He laughed and moved on top of me, well I mused as Holmes began to kiss me and caress with an almost magical touch, my plan worked.
Not only did I indulge the child within today, but I ended up in a second hand book shop buying very random books... I'm tempted to blame my uncle because he is much bigger geek than me (he designed the computer networks at Oxford & Cambridge) and because we are quite close in geek-iness he always indulges me on my birthday. The £20 has been well spent *grin*
I got my slug! Whee!!!
Bought:
Flushed Away (got free slug!)
Labyrinth (never all of it but I've seen bits)
Watership Down (again, never seen it...)
From second hand shop:
'The Chemistry of Cyanogen Compounds' by H.E Williams (published 1915)
'The Mind of the Bees' by Julien Francon (published 1939) - who can resist a book all about how a bees mind works?
Then I went to the library and borrowed:
'Belle de Jour - The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl' ('cos someone at work recommended it as a good 'between cue' book)
'Watership Down' by Richard Adams (it's been a long time since I've read it and buying the film made me want to read it again)
Still trying to decide on a name, but I think he looks like a Cyril...
And Cyril's new home...
Points of Interest: CSI addiction, Father Christmas, elephant I got from mother, The Original Plot HedgehogTM, Christmas hedgehog, swatch booklet (on top of the dalek) and random volcanic rock... well, it's sort of volcanic, it's a rock that had volcanic gases blown through it... it's great, add Sulphuric Acid (or any acid really) and it fizzes like hell!
ARGH, stupid England! We needed three runs off one ball (perfectly possible!) so what does the batsman do? He gets out. Grr... Oh well, we only stood a slim chance against Sir Lanka but three runs off winning *cries*.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO elina_kivimaki!!!!
Here is your fic:
Title: Hot Fun
Rating: bordering a 15 I think
Dedication: This is for elina_kivimaki's 22nd birthday :-).
Synopsis: Sherlock Holmes & Doctor Watson decide to attend the Turkish Bath.
As part of one his recent disguises, Holmes had had his hair cut quite short. Unfortunately now when his hair was wet and dried naturally (that is without human intervention with a towel) it tended to go 'fluffy'. Mrs Hudson had said that he looked 'adorable', and I had to agree - Sherlock Holmes with slightly mad looking fluffy hair is an adorable image. He didn't quite see it this way and took great care to ensure that this did not happen.
It was some weeks since his case and there was nothing presently to tax his powers. As he had nothing on hand presently, Holmes hadn't quite bothered to dress fully - trousers and a shirt, but minus cuffs, collar, tie or braces. Now Sherlock Holmes is not a man who was built to wear trousers without braces and as a result they were slowly slipping down his hips. As he worked on his chemical experiment he paused every now and then to pull them back up. I sat in his chair by the fire (for it gave a good view of his chemistry table) and watched him over the top of my sea-novel.
"Why don't you put your braces on?" I asked after observing him for the fifth time in a matter of minutes having to adjust them.
"Hmm?" He didn't look up.
"I said: why don't you put your braces on?" He merely shrugged in reply. "Holmes..."
"You're not expecting company are you?"
"No, but..."
"Neither am I."
This seemed to be the end of the matter and so with a sigh I changed topic. "What are you working on?"
"Rather an abrupt change of topic, doctor."
"You are exasperating at times, Holmes." He laughed. "Well?"
"Oh, the experiment." He turned on his stool. "I'm working on a chemical test for gun powder."
"For gun powder?"
"Let me give you an example: A man has been shot dead, police have arrested someone with soot on their hands. Is it soot or could it be gun powder?"
"Ah, rather like your 'Sherlock Holmes Blood Test'."
"Yes, rather like that." He turned back to the table.
"I'll let you get on then." I went back to my novel, I said looking over the top at him. "still think you should put your braces on."
Holmes poured something into a beaker. "Well if my trousers fall down you have my permission to say 'I told you so.'"
Two hours later there was a loud explosion accompanied by a foul smell. I coughed as I quickly opened the window.
"Was Sulphuric Acid such a good idea?" I asked taking a deep breath.
"Perhaps not." He coughed and surveyed the mess upon his desk. "Damn."
I'd had enough of this and marched into his bedroom, collected collar, cuffs, tie, waistcoat, jacket *and* braces and dropped them onto the chair next to Holmes. "Get dressed."
He looked slightly surprised, "why?"
"I'm prescribing us both a Turkish Bath."
Looking a bit bemused Holmes stripped off his dressing gown and began to dress. "You want me to get dressed so that I can get undressed?"
"Don't be awkward."
Less than half an hour later we were undressing in the changing rooms of the Jermyn Street Turkish Bath. Despite all his self-confidence and our intimate relationship Sherlock Holmes is bit shy when it comes to undressing in front of people and whereas I am content to wrap the towel simply around my waist Holmes tends ensure that he is completely covered by a towel.
"You can tell you were never a border." I said as we made our way into the main chamber.
"What makes you say that?" He replied.
"When we were changing you were very careful to expose only the minimum amount of flesh."
"I might have an embarrassing scar or birth mark."
"No, you would have eventually got over any initial shyness."
"Perhaps."
"So you were most likely a day boy."
"Or I might not have attended public school."
"Did you?"
"I wouldn't want to spoil your deductive fun."
"I'm going to take that as a 'no'."
"Oh?"
I sighed, "why do you never give a straight answer to a direct question?"
Sherlock Holmes laughed.
Later I left Holmes apparently asleep in the drying room to partake in a refreshing massage. Much to my amusement (and Holmes's apparent irritation) his hair had indeed gone fluffy. I was beginning to rather like this new hair cut of his.
As I lay on the stone bench, my eyes closed, and enjoying the sensual feeling of the massage I began to drift off. I imagined that the hands running around my flesh were the hands of someone more intimately acquainted than of my masseur. The massage became deeper and more sensual, and I was enjoying myself until I felt a hand on my thigh a little closer to a certain part of my anatomy than I would have liked
I moved quickly, "what the dev...Holmes!"
"Shush." He replied, holding an oil slicked finger to his lips.
"What are you doing?" I asked in a low voice, glancing about.
"I thought you might enjoy this better." His eyes flickered south, "obviously I was right." Blushing I quickly rearranged the towel about my person. Holmes grinned, "come one, let's return to Baker Street before I am tempted to commit an indiscretion."
With as much haste as possible we dressed (which involved a little creative positioning from me), paid our bill and were soon in a handsome cab hurtling towards our sitting room. Holmes was clearly in a playful mood as he kept placing his hand onto my thigh and squeezing lightly. I hurried up the stairs whist Holmes ensured that we would not be disturbed for the remained of the afternoon.
Once the door was locked, Holmes threw himself at me with all the restraint of an amorous terrier.
Our lips locked together and our hands fumbled at clothing as we somehow managed to make our way into the bedroom and onto the bed without a disaster.
What happened next, decency forbids me from telling - all I can say is that, that afternoon I am sure I saw heaven. We lay cuddled together on the bed, hot, sweaty and exhausted. I noticed that Holmes's hair was still fluffy and I knew that my own was in a complete state of disarray. As I nuzzled Holmes's shoulder a horrifying thought struck me.
"Holmes," I struggled to sit up, "do you think Mrs Hudson heard us?"
"My dear fellow," he replied sleepily, his arm behind his head, "the amount of noise you were making the entire street heard us."
I did what any self-respecting gentleman would do in such a situation and hit him with a pillow. He laughed and moved on top of me, well I mused as Holmes began to kiss me and caress with an almost magical touch, my plan worked.
Not only did I indulge the child within today, but I ended up in a second hand book shop buying very random books... I'm tempted to blame my uncle because he is much bigger geek than me (he designed the computer networks at Oxford & Cambridge) and because we are quite close in geek-iness he always indulges me on my birthday. The £20 has been well spent *grin*
I got my slug! Whee!!!
Bought:
Flushed Away (got free slug!)
Labyrinth (never all of it but I've seen bits)
Watership Down (again, never seen it...)
From second hand shop:
'The Chemistry of Cyanogen Compounds' by H.E Williams (published 1915)
'The Mind of the Bees' by Julien Francon (published 1939) - who can resist a book all about how a bees mind works?
Then I went to the library and borrowed:
'Belle de Jour - The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl' ('cos someone at work recommended it as a good 'between cue' book)
'Watership Down' by Richard Adams (it's been a long time since I've read it and buying the film made me want to read it again)
Still trying to decide on a name, but I think he looks like a Cyril...
And Cyril's new home...
Points of Interest: CSI addiction, Father Christmas, elephant I got from mother, The Original Plot HedgehogTM, Christmas hedgehog, swatch booklet (on top of the dalek) and random volcanic rock... well, it's sort of volcanic, it's a rock that had volcanic gases blown through it... it's great, add Sulphuric Acid (or any acid really) and it fizzes like hell!
ARGH, stupid England! We needed three runs off one ball (perfectly possible!) so what does the batsman do? He gets out. Grr... Oh well, we only stood a slim chance against Sir Lanka but three runs off winning *cries*.