So I have a huge arranged marriage kink. I need the first time Sherlock meets John to be on their wedding day.
At first everything is super awkward. John thinks that Sherlock's standoffish attitude is because he doesn't want to be married, and Sherlock can't figure out why John won't just kiss him already, but is too proud to admit that he wants John to.
Eventually after much angst and confusion someone is like “You know what? We’re /married./ We don’t really have to follow all the crazy dating rules.”
And so they have hot surprisingly intimate sex and fluff abounds :D
Re: Fill: Bound in Gold 7bpennin_inkFebruary 27 2011, 00:47:32 UTC
Over all, John was compact, efficient, and warm. His posture was military, as was his hair cut, but his face was open and flushed. Though, they had just been kissing, so there was that. All in all, it could have been much worse. And he was a damn good kisser
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The reception was held at a five star hotel on the Strand, one where one day ago, John wouldn’t have been able to afford a glass of water. Now he was being plied with caviar, quiche, and something tiny, yellow, and constructed from foam. Wait staff glided through the assembled masses, trays held aloft, and everywhere people were laughing, exclaiming, whispering and chatting. John felt very, very alone, and between hearty, back-slapping congratulations from complete strangers and tearful hand grasping from more of the same, he searched desperately for Harry. Or Clara. Or Bill. Or anyone he could recall seeing before this morning.
Joy of joys, he found Mycroft. The man was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, complete with embroidered waist coat, though it wasn’t the same suit he’d worn at the altar when he’d stood beside Sherlock. He was gently twirling a long umbrella as though it were a gentleman’s cane. John, who had to use an actual cane, found the affectation grating
( ... )
Fill: Bound in Gold 8bpennin_inkMarch 1 2011, 05:48:13 UTC
Sherlock stood and watched him. It was unnerving. John had never felt quite so scrutinized in his life, and he’d spent the better part of three months being poked and prodded by various stylists and professionals. Sherlock, though, seemed to take in every millimetre of him, studying him like a scientist with a particularly intriguing new chemical compound
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Fill: Bound in Gold 8cpennin_inkMarch 1 2011, 05:49:17 UTC
Sherlock smirked. “Hardly. There’s no challenge in directing a dance from the lead. It’s far more fun to manipulate from a seemingly submissive position.”
“Erm...right.” Christ, Sherlock was turning out to be as bad as Mycroft! John quickly shoved that thought out of his head. Sherlock had to be different, better. He just had to be. For fuck’s sake, John was married to the man
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Fill: Bound in Gold 8dpennin_inkMarch 1 2011, 05:50:11 UTC
An instant later, Sherlock’s lips were pressed against his, Sherlock’s hand gripping the back of his neck. He jerked a little in surprise, but soon found himself reciprocating automatically. God, Sherlock tasted good. His lips were so soft...
Sherlock pulled away and whispered into John’s ear. “Sorry. Cameras. I promised Mycroft I’d put on a show.”
Despite the words, John felt his eyelids flutter closed at the sound of that decadent voice so close, and the feel of hot breath against his ear. He nuzzled a bit against Sherlock’s cheek without realizing it and whispered back. “I really, really don’t mind.”
Sherlock pulled away with a smile. It transformed his whole face, with deep dimples beside his lips and crinkles around his eyes. He looked impossibly younger, and so utterly pleased. It took John all of an instant to realize that he really liked that smile. In fact, he was fairly sure he’d be willing to do all kinds of strange things to see it again. The smile vanished, and Sherlock’s face smoothed out as though it had never been
( ... )
Fill: Bound in Gold 8fpennin_inkMarch 1 2011, 05:52:46 UTC
John blushed, but smiled at her warmly. She was still stone sober, so she hadn’t snuck off to the open bar after dinner. That alone was cause for celebration. He was genuinely pleased to do the next bit
( ... )
Re: Fill: Bound in Gold 8fpennin_inkMarch 9 2011, 05:25:21 UTC
I am, I am! In truth, I just hit part 17, and I anticipate reaching anywhere from 20 to 23. I'm just finishing it up before I post any more because formatting is a NIGHTMARE when you're as addicted to italics as I am. I have to go through every line and re-do the italics in html so they'll show up here. It's a headache.
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anonymous
March 9 2011, 05:30:09 UTC
If you use firefox you can use the addons "Livejournal addon" or "BBCodeXtra" and then all you have to do is highlight and it'll add in the appropriate coding for you,
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anonymous
March 13 2011, 19:32:20 UTC
I love this fic, but there was one thing niggling at my mind when I was reading this part. Because of European-style etiquette (which would especially be applies to a high-brow event like this, and in which Sherlock would have had to endure lessons) all people regardless of their handedness would eat with the fork in their left hand and the knife in their right. Also, it's considered bad form for one's elbows to hit another's while eating, so one would actually try to keep his or her elbows as close to the body as possible to prevent contact.
Seems like years of etiquette lessons in my childhood finally paid off. :D *scurries off*
At first everything is super awkward. John thinks that Sherlock's standoffish attitude is because he doesn't want to be married, and Sherlock can't figure out why John won't just kiss him already, but is too proud to admit that he wants John to.
Eventually after much angst and confusion someone is like “You know what? We’re /married./ We don’t really have to follow all the crazy dating rules.”
And so they have hot surprisingly intimate sex and fluff abounds :D
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You're doing a fantastic job and I hope to see more soon! ♥
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Joy of joys, he found Mycroft. The man was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, complete with embroidered waist coat, though it wasn’t the same suit he’d worn at the altar when he’d stood beside Sherlock. He was gently twirling a long umbrella as though it were a gentleman’s cane. John, who had to use an actual cane, found the affectation grating ( ... )
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“Erm...right.” Christ, Sherlock was turning out to be as bad as Mycroft! John quickly shoved that thought out of his head. Sherlock had to be different, better. He just had to be. For fuck’s sake, John was married to the man ( ... )
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Sherlock pulled away and whispered into John’s ear. “Sorry. Cameras. I promised Mycroft I’d put on a show.”
Despite the words, John felt his eyelids flutter closed at the sound of that decadent voice so close, and the feel of hot breath against his ear. He nuzzled a bit against Sherlock’s cheek without realizing it and whispered back. “I really, really don’t mind.”
Sherlock pulled away with a smile. It transformed his whole face, with deep dimples beside his lips and crinkles around his eyes. He looked impossibly younger, and so utterly pleased. It took John all of an instant to realize that he really liked that smile. In fact, he was fairly sure he’d be willing to do all kinds of strange things to see it again. The smile vanished, and Sherlock’s face smoothed out as though it had never been ( ... )
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F5 F5 F5 F5 :)
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Seems like years of etiquette lessons in my childhood finally paid off. :D
*scurries off*
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