Sarah Has Two Lovers
anonymous
October 7 2010, 01:29:13 UTC
I don't usually do detailed prompts but I really want something where Sarah and John are having sex and Sarah notices Sherlock watching, but instead of being creeped out, she keeps eye contact, while John is unaware. This develops into a threesome (IDC how), especially with some S/J action and Sarah watching. It doesn't have to be too graphic or squicky; just some hotness will do, I suppose...
FILL: 1/2
anonymous
December 13 2010, 05:21:14 UTC
Sarah likes John, despite the occasional insanity of his life. She really does. If she were to be perfectly honest, it only endears him to her. He's attentive, and he's patient, and when she finally allows her into his bed, he's an astonishingly good lover.
But then there's Sherlock. Sarah hates him at first, for his incessant texts and his constant presence, even when he's not physically there. John talks about their latest cases with glowing admiration that she wishes he'd spare for her a little more often. She knows John's been with men, but also that he wouldn't leave her for Sherlock even if given the chance. Sherlock is very clearly not the kind of man who forms attachments the way normal people do, and Sarah can tell John needs that kind of thing, and has pinned his affections squarely on her.
But Sherlock keeps looking at her, with those too-pale eyes that strip her down to the bone. She knows he can tell everything about her at a glance even if John prevents him from saying any of it aloudSeveral months in, she's
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FILL: 2/2
anonymous
December 13 2010, 05:23:29 UTC
He's got two fingers beneath the edge of her knickers, his teeth set into the soft inside of her thigh, when the door opens behind her. "Don't mind me," Sherlock comments coolly. "I'll be in my room. Carry on." He sweeps past them and disappears down the short hallway past the kitchen.
John tucks his face against her leg and laughs silently, his fingers curling back and away from her. She reaches her hand down and touches his face. "Well?" she says, giving him a challenging look. "As you were."
A disbelieving chuckle escapes him. "What, really? He'll hear us."
"I don't care," she says defiantly. Something shifts in his eyes, adds a thrilling edge to his smile as it fades, and he bends his head again to exhale wetly against the cloth of her knickers. She winds her fingers in his hair and hangs on for dear life.
He outdoes himself this time. Sarah can't keep her eyes open. All she knows is that one moment, she's watching John happily humming against her clit, two fingers crooked just so inside her, and the next, she's
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Gah! Fuck me, that is exactly what I wanted! Exactly! Just that sharp intake of breath as she realises they're being watched. Thank you so so much!! :D Nnnnggg...
author!anon
anonymous
December 13 2010, 05:34:23 UTC
Yay! I am glad you liked it; I don't think I've ever gone from 'hm, this sounds like it needs filling' to 'POST' so fast before in my life. Thanks for the brain-scorchingly hot prompt!
...and I *may* write more, but I'm not sure where to go from here. The possibilities! They overwhelm me! ^_^
Re: author!anon
anonymous
December 13 2010, 05:36:51 UTC
That image of him just standing in the shadows was what made me think of it and you captured it perfectly. I don't know why; I mean, it's kind of creepy... XD
I will give you many, many internets if you decide to write more. For now though I'm going back for a reread :D
FILL: 3/?
anonymous
December 14 2010, 20:08:34 UTC
Sherlock doesn't move, and for one heart-rending moment, Sarah thinks she's erred badly. Then slowly, painfully slowly, his hand drifts up to his collar, unbuttons the top of his shirt. John's breath ghosts across her face, an unsteady gasp. The rest of the buttons follow, and she shifts, grinding up against John's thigh.
When Sherlock reaches the waistband of his trousers, he lets his hand fall, almost negligently dragging the edge of his thumb across his fly. His eyes flicker closed, once then twice, at the sensation, the narrow pale vee of his exposed chest rising and falling into light and shadow as his lungs work.
She lifts her hand again, wanting to touch so badly that her teeth ache, but Sherlock ignores her, pivots on one foot, and disappears again down the hallway
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But then there's Sherlock. Sarah hates him at first, for his incessant texts and his constant presence, even when he's not physically there. John talks about their latest cases with glowing admiration that she wishes he'd spare for her a little more often. She knows John's been with men, but also that he wouldn't leave her for Sherlock even if given the chance. Sherlock is very clearly not the kind of man who forms attachments the way normal people do, and Sarah can tell John needs that kind of thing, and has pinned his affections squarely on her.
But Sherlock keeps looking at her, with those too-pale eyes that strip her down to the bone. She knows he can tell everything about her at a glance even if John prevents him from saying any of it aloudSeveral months in, she's ( ... )
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John tucks his face against her leg and laughs silently, his fingers curling back and away from her. She reaches her hand down and touches his face. "Well?" she says, giving him a challenging look. "As you were."
A disbelieving chuckle escapes him. "What, really? He'll hear us."
"I don't care," she says defiantly. Something shifts in his eyes, adds a thrilling edge to his smile as it fades, and he bends his head again to exhale wetly against the cloth of her knickers. She winds her fingers in his hair and hangs on for dear life.
He outdoes himself this time. Sarah can't keep her eyes open. All she knows is that one moment, she's watching John happily humming against her clit, two fingers crooked just so inside her, and the next, she's ( ... )
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Nnnnggg...
And of course the obligatory cry for MOAR!!!
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...and I *may* write more, but I'm not sure where to go from here. The possibilities! They overwhelm me! ^_^
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I will give you many, many internets if you decide to write more. For now though I'm going back for a reread :D
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I mean, that would be grand. Carry on. *ahem*
*goes off to kill many internets to lay at the altar of author!anon*
Mycroft says "requiter Shylock", so either he's gone all Shakespearean on us or our diffident consulting detective should be satisfied.
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I will let the idea of continuing percolate a bit. I *had* thought that it was at a fine stopping point, but now...
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--authoranon
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When Sherlock reaches the waistband of his trousers, he lets his hand fall, almost negligently dragging the edge of his thumb across his fly. His eyes flicker closed, once then twice, at the sensation, the narrow pale vee of his exposed chest rising and falling into light and shadow as his lungs work.
She lifts her hand again, wanting to touch so badly that her teeth ache, but Sherlock ignores her, pivots on one foot, and disappears again down the hallway ( ... )
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Please help save my f5 key by posting more...
That first paragraph just about killed me. Nnnnnnnggg!
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