First kiss in periltabby_stardustMarch 2 2012, 17:13:24 UTC
I'd like a fic where Holmes has gotten himself in trouble (again) and Watson comes to rescue and is so relieved to find Holmes alive that he kisses him. (They are both attracted to each other but haven't done anything about it yet?)
Maybe Holmes is chained to the floor in a cellar that is filling with water, or maybe he is strapped to a bomb or a guillotine with a timer, I don't care. And Watson kisses him right there, before even releasing him, and it's foolish because there is not much time but he just HAS to because Holmes could have DIED.
Re: First kiss in perilferaliousMarch 3 2012, 00:49:37 UTC
Ooh... At first I thought, great prompt... then I saw it was from you... and I wasn't actually planning on filling it, but maybe I could consider it. I'm particularly attracted to your idea of Holmes about to drown.
If I fill this it won't be long, but the more I think about it, the more it grows on me.
One Week, Two Days, Nine Hours, and Five Minutes (PG) 1/2damnednforsakenMarch 3 2012, 22:37:32 UTC
Don't mean to intrude... but I just had to write this. Don't take this as the end-all!
One week, two days, nine hours and five minutes had passed since I had seen Holmes. I warned him not to take the case when I could not help him and was, of course, ignored. The day he listens to me when I tell him not to do something is the day I have to treat myself for a heart condition. I was following clue after clue trying to find him, all to no avail, and the last clue had very nearly broken me when I read the words scrawled on the dingy paper shoved in our post box:
You have four hours to find him. Otherwise, I hope he likes the taste of Thames water.My mind raced furiously for nearly three-and-one-half hours as I tried to put together where he could be. I was nearly at my wits' end by that time. There were only so many places along the Thames I had not looked, and I abruptly clenched my eyes shut as I thought. Just as quickly, my eyes opened, both the realization and the triumph rushing through my body making me cry out aloud as I rushed
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One Week, Two Days, Nine Hours, and Five Minutes (PG) 2/2damnednforsakenMarch 3 2012, 22:38:38 UTC
I wound my hand in his hair and pressed my lips to his without thinking about it. His mouth opened, probably from shock, and I pressed my advantage, kissing him frantically and sloppily. Holmes was stiff as a board for a moment, but he arched into the kiss quickly enough, tilting his head to get a better angle and coaxing a groan from me as his tongue slid against mine. We broke off abruptly as a particularly large surge of water hit us. Tugging on his bound hands, Holmes recreated the metallic clanking I had previously heard and raised an eyebrow at the axe in my hand. I nodded, hiding my anxiety at the rising water in a frown of determination as I brought the axe to bear on the chain, shattering a weak link Holmes had apparently been working at. As soon as he was free, Holmes embraced me, and I returned the gesture, pressing a brief, hard kiss to his lips as we pulled back
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Hope you like it. :) Really wanted to finish this & despite originally being a bit iffy about the actual prompt of Watson kissing Holmes like that, I'm rather content with how it turned out. I missed writing for these two.
Maybe Holmes is chained to the floor in a cellar that is filling with water, or maybe he is strapped to a bomb or a guillotine with a timer, I don't care. And Watson kisses him right there, before even releasing him, and it's foolish because there is not much time but he just HAS to because Holmes could have DIED.
Movieverse, please.
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If I fill this it won't be long, but the more I think about it, the more it grows on me.
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One week, two days, nine hours and five minutes had passed since I had seen Holmes. I warned him not to take the case when I could not help him and was, of course, ignored. The day he listens to me when I tell him not to do something is the day I have to treat myself for a heart condition. I was following clue after clue trying to find him, all to no avail, and the last clue had very nearly broken me when I read the words scrawled on the dingy paper shoved in our post box:
You have four hours to find him. Otherwise, I hope he likes the taste of Thames water.My mind raced furiously for nearly three-and-one-half hours as I tried to put together where he could be. I was nearly at my wits' end by that time. There were only so many places along the Thames I had not looked, and I abruptly clenched my eyes shut as I thought. Just as quickly, my eyes opened, both the realization and the triumph rushing through my body making me cry out aloud as I rushed ( ... )
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*purrs happily*
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*bookmarks*
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http://feralious.livejournal.com/3097.html
Hope you like it. :) Really wanted to finish this & despite originally being a bit iffy about the actual prompt of Watson kissing Holmes like that, I'm rather content with how it turned out. I missed writing for these two.
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