Don't Mean a Thing to Me
Hi, all! Have an angsty, subtle Johnlock and anti-Adlock songfic. Originally it was on FFN, but apparently those aren't allowed. Oops
Sorry, I haven't any plot bunnies at the moment on BtVS for Christmas, but there's still a chance I'll think of something for New Years. Happy holidays!
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock, nor do I own this song
One last touch
Skin met skin, and Sherlock cried out into the darkness, a low, guttural moan that sliced through the night.
and then you'll go
A pearly set of teeth sank into his shoulder, cheeks flushed a pretty pink as another cry erupted from a white, long throat.
And we'll pretend it meant so much more
Large, blue eyes smiled knowingly, a curved and elegant body moving rhythmically against narrow hips.
But it was vile, and it was cheap
Every muscle tensed, fingers digging harshly into her tender flesh, the pleasure arching into something almost painful, almost unbearable.
And you are beautiful
He let go, the image of her smug, self-satisfied grin replaced by a forbidden, war-tanned face and limp, and then suddenly a white hot flash
But you don't mean a thing to me
"I love you, Irene Adler," he whispered afterwards, his voice nearly catching in his throat. The soft lie fell more easily from his lips, he noticed
dreamily. His eyes slipped closed, breathing evening out
Yeah, you are beautiful,
"I know, Sherlock Holmes," she answered, feeling him slip through her fingers as a lifetime of bitterness shined in her eyes.
But you don't mean a thing to me
"I know."