Sweet The Sting (3/?)
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March 6 2011, 04:40:47 UTC
John sighed heavily.
There was a long, heavy silence.
At last, John spoke, eyes darting about, "There is...one way..."
"This is something actually helpful, I hope?"
John's response was mumbled so deeply under his breath that Sherlock's head fell back, eyes on the ceiling as he let out a long aggrieved groan, "John, please, it's been a very trying day. The least you could do is speak clearly."
"...me."
"What was that?"
John closed his eyes, spoke again on a whispered breath, "Me. I...I could do it."
Sherlock blinked, positive he had must have misheard, "You?"
"Yes." John took in a deep breath, opened his eyes to meet Sherlock's, stirring up all the courage he could muster, "I could take care of it for you."
"You want to-?"
"It would be strictly professional, you understand? I'm am a Doctor, so-"
"So, what? You're offering me a medicinal handjob?"
Anything'll do - slash, het, threesome - long as there is smut. The internet is for porn, after all.
I agree Mycroft!captcha - Fro-iss-art, just ask anybody in the 70s
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"Well, your temperature is unquestionably high, close to feverish, and your heart rate accelerated, so...I'd say it's serious."
"How serious?"
"I don't think it will kill you, but it can't be good for you. I certainly wouldn't recommend staying this way."
"What do you recommend then?" Sherlock asked tersely.
John sighed, "I suppose...follow the instructions?"
"You expect me to give in to some psychotic woman's demands!"
"Sherlock," John said as soothingly as possible, "I don't think you have any choice. You've had a, um, well, a, um-"
"John, not only are you a medical man but you've served in the military! For god's sake, you can say erection."
He licked his lips, "Yeah, okay, I can say it, of course. I just...don't want to ( ... )
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"John, the case was solved, she'd provided the information we required. I didn't see the point in stringing her along further."
"Guess you do now, considering she's cursed you."
"I am not cursed. Don't be ridiculous ( ... )
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There was a long, heavy silence.
At last, John spoke, eyes darting about, "There is...one way..."
"This is something actually helpful, I hope?"
John's response was mumbled so deeply under his breath that Sherlock's head fell back, eyes on the ceiling as he let out a long aggrieved groan, "John, please, it's been a very trying day. The least you could do is speak clearly."
"...me."
"What was that?"
John closed his eyes, spoke again on a whispered breath, "Me. I...I could do it."
Sherlock blinked, positive he had must have misheard, "You?"
"Yes." John took in a deep breath, opened his eyes to meet Sherlock's, stirring up all the courage he could muster, "I could take care of it for you."
"You want to-?"
"It would be strictly professional, you understand? I'm am a Doctor, so-"
"So, what? You're offering me a medicinal handjob?"
"Can you please stop saying that word?"
"...medicinal blowjob, then?"
"Sherlock"What ( ... )
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Mrs Hudson's being their landlady not?
medicinal handjob?
*gets on knees*
You haven't even gotten to the porn and I want to marry you.
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