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"John."
"Sherlock, don't," John hissed softly, shaking his head. It wouldn't work, not this time. He wouldn't just fold because Sherlock spoke to him in that soft voice. His breath caught in his throat as suddenly, he felt a warm body move closer to his own. Instinctively, he tried to move away, but with every step he took back, Sherlock took one forward. It was only a matter of time before he bumped into the wall.
John pressed his back against the stones, squeezing his eyes shut. Sherlock moved closer still, until their chests brushed together with every breath they took, the taller body blocking out the bite of London's cold winds. John curled his fingers into the tails of Sherlock's scarf, not entirely sure if he intended to pull him closer or push him away.
"John..." Sherlock spoke again, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the city. His breath was warm, tickling the doctor's forehead.
"Don't," John repeated fiercely. He knew what was coming, what Sherlock was going to say. He also knew that if he heard those words, he would forgive him, and he would be pulled right back into this whole painful cycle. He didn't know if he could do it again. Whispering now, "Just... don't."
Sherlock was never good at following orders. "I love you."
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john watson was stood under a london bridge gazing at the city. who would have thought that such a beautiful sight could hold such evil people
he was shocked by the sudden fealing of hot breath on the back of his neck. his jumper was pulled aside slightly and gentle kisses were placed on his throat.
's-sherlock' he gasped
'john' sherlock purred
'sherlock please, don't'
'why not'
john pulled away from sherlock to face him. this was a mistake. now sherlocks eyes were staring in to his. sherlock took a delibirate step forward. john backed away untill his back was pressed against the wall. sherlock moved with a speed john did not know sherlock possesed. sherlock placed his hand next to johns head trapping him against the wall. john was transfixed by sherlocks gaze. sherlocks other hand grazed down johns side. john grabed sherlocks scalf.
'pleas sherlock. just...don't'
john directed his eyes up and then looked away. sherlock leaned down and nibbled johns ear and wispered.
'if you can give me one good reson why not, then i will listen to you'
john couldnt speak, he couldnt breathe. he kept his eyes screwd up as a fearce debate raged in his head. part of him wanted this so badly. but the other was holding back. he felt a gloved hand gently gripped his jaw tipping johns face up to his. johns eyes remained tight shut.
'john, look at me'
johns eyes opened and stared in to sherlocks.
'john. all i need is one good reson'
'i-i i can't-'
he got no further. sherlock gently pulled john's lips to his. john melted, all his resons why this was bad just floted away. sherlock gently caressed johns cheek with his thumb whilst still keeping a firm grip on johns jaw as if he feared john would pull away. john started to run out of air, he wimpered softly. sherlock broke the kiss and looked at john.
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"Sherlock and John walked along. The night was dark and the familiar London wind carried whispers and snatches of sound. Sherlock walked, tall and proud. Staring straight ahead. John walked beside him, keeping close to his friend. As they reached the underpass Sherlock suddenly turned, placed a strong hand on John's chest and pushed him back against the wall. The overpassed bathed the pair in shadows and hid the look of pure shock on John's face. Sherlock brought his face close to John's, brushing the other mans lips with his. John, somehow managing to wrestle down the feelings of raw emotion which set his stomach churning and turned his head away.
"Just..don't Sherlock"
Sherlock moved away, brushing his hands down his front, and carried on walking. John imediately followed him. Like a love sick puppy following it's master. John quickened his pace until he over took the taller figure. John turned, blocking Sherlock's pathway. He grabbed Sherlock's coat and pulled the man into a deep and longing kiss. Sherlock tensed as John's lips touched his, but relaxed in the doctors touch. The city scape twinkled behind them. A pair of lovers, finally united against the twisting and darkened city they knew so well."
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Sherlock quickly glanced either side to check for eavesdroppers, then pressed John up against the wall of the dirty London overpass.
"Now, when I run through the central courtyard, you open fire."
A look of shock and disbelief crossed John's face
"But - you'll get shot!"
Sherlock smiled
"Elementary " Holmes said meaningfully. "Getting shot is my only chance of getting inside the high sercurity medical prison - as an ex-serviceman, you're not ranked high enough for that."
Outrage and pain coloured John's voice, and it showed on his face. "Are you mad? Sherlock, I'm not going to shoot you-"
"John." Sherlock interrupted quietly. He leaned forward so he could talk directly into Watson's ear. "Trust me".
Outraged as he was, John thought back. So many times, against impossible odds, they had won. So many times, they had saved eachother's lives
Yes, he could trust Sherlock Holmes.
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"what do you mean?" i took as step back from the tall figure in front of me.
"precisely what i said, my dear john. there's no point to a relationship consisting of love-for it only results in fear. why would i delve into something of the sort?" the man grew closer-his breath hitting my face; the warmth bringing my skin back from the underworld in the the cold air.
i swallowed. "w-why are you saying this to me? why does it matter?" i was freezing.
falling into the bloody Thames River off of an overpass wasn't the least bit of a joy ride. my body ached and my cartilage inflamed from the icy water.
suddenly his body pressed firmly against mine-pushing me up against the concrete wall of the overpass. shocked-i attempted pushing him away. this was a failed attempt.
"i'm telling you because i believe-no-i know that you've fallen into a stage a little over friendship with me, john. and we both know your just afraid of saying this. but-what could that mean for me? why am i here right now? have you wondered this john?" his voice grew slightly pained as his breath now hissed in my ear.
coughing-i grasped the cloth of his shirt to steady myself. his right arm slid up beside my head, leaning on the wall behind me.
"don't!" i choked-my breathing heavy. "just....don't."
"Sherlock, don't," John hissed softly, shaking his head. It wouldn't work, not this time. He wouldn't just fold because Sherlock spoke to him in that soft voice. His breath caught in his throat as suddenly, he felt a warm body move closer to his own. Instinctively, he tried to move away, but with every step he took back, Sherlock took one forward. It was only a matter of time before he bumped into the wall.
John pressed his back against the stones, squeezing his eyes shut. Sherlock moved closer still, until their chests brushed together with every breath they took, the taller body blocking out the bite of London's cold winds. John curled his fingers into the tails of Sherlock's scarf, not entirely sure if he intended to pull him closer or push him away.
"John..." Sherlock spoke again, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the city. His breath was warm, tickling the doctor's forehead.
"Don't," John repeated fiercely. He knew what was coming, what Sherlock was going to say. He also knew that if he heard those words, he would forgive him, and he would be pulled right back into this whole painful cycle. He didn't know if he could do it again. Whispering now, "Just... don't."
Sherlock was never good at following orders. "I love you."
he was shocked by the sudden fealing of hot breath on the back of his neck. his jumper was pulled aside slightly and gentle kisses were placed on his throat.
's-sherlock' he gasped
'john' sherlock purred
'sherlock please, don't'
'why not'
john pulled away from sherlock to face him. this was a mistake. now sherlocks eyes were staring in to his. sherlock took a delibirate step forward. john backed away untill his back was pressed against the wall. sherlock moved with a speed john did not know sherlock possesed. sherlock placed his hand next to johns head trapping him against the wall. john was transfixed by sherlocks gaze. sherlocks other hand grazed down johns side. john grabed sherlocks scalf.
'pleas sherlock. just...don't'
john directed his eyes up and then looked away. sherlock leaned down and nibbled johns ear and wispered.
'if you can give me one good reson why not, then i will listen to you'
john couldnt speak, he couldnt breathe. he kept his eyes screwd up as a fearce debate raged in his head. part of him wanted this so badly. but the other was holding back. he felt a gloved hand gently gripped his jaw tipping johns face up to his. johns eyes remained tight shut.
'john, look at me'
johns eyes opened and stared in to sherlocks.
'john. all i need is one good reson'
'i-i i can't-'
he got no further. sherlock gently pulled john's lips to his. john melted, all his resons why this was bad just floted away. sherlock gently caressed johns cheek with his thumb whilst still keeping a firm grip on johns jaw as if he feared john would pull away. john started to run out of air, he wimpered softly. sherlock broke the kiss and looked at john.
"Just..don't Sherlock"
Sherlock moved away, brushing his hands down his front, and carried on walking. John imediately followed him. Like a love sick puppy following it's master. John quickened his pace until he over took the taller figure. John turned, blocking Sherlock's pathway. He grabbed Sherlock's coat and pulled the man into a deep and longing kiss. Sherlock tensed as John's lips touched his, but relaxed in the doctors touch. The city scape twinkled behind them. A pair of lovers, finally united against the twisting and darkened city they knew so well."
Sherlock quickly glanced either side to check for eavesdroppers, then pressed John up against the wall of the dirty London overpass.
"Now, when I run through the central courtyard, you open fire."
A look of shock and disbelief crossed John's face
"But - you'll get shot!"
Sherlock smiled
"Elementary " Holmes said meaningfully. "Getting shot is my only chance of getting inside the high sercurity medical prison - as an ex-serviceman, you're not ranked high enough for that."
Outrage and pain coloured John's voice, and it showed on his face. "Are you mad? Sherlock, I'm not going to shoot you-"
"John." Sherlock interrupted quietly. He leaned forward so he could talk directly into Watson's ear. "Trust me".
Outraged as he was, John thought back. So many times, against impossible odds, they had won. So many times, they had saved eachother's lives
Yes, he could trust Sherlock Holmes.
"precisely what i said, my dear john. there's no point to a relationship consisting of love-for it only results in fear. why would i delve into something of the sort?" the man grew closer-his breath hitting my face; the warmth bringing my skin back from the underworld in the the cold air.
i swallowed. "w-why are you saying this to me? why does it matter?" i was freezing.
falling into the bloody Thames River off of an overpass wasn't the least bit of a joy ride. my body ached and my cartilage inflamed from the icy water.
suddenly his body pressed firmly against mine-pushing me up against the concrete wall of the overpass. shocked-i attempted pushing him away. this was a failed attempt.
"i'm telling you because i believe-no-i know that you've fallen into a stage a little over friendship with me, john. and we both know your just afraid of saying this. but-what could that mean for me? why am i here right now? have you wondered this john?" his voice grew slightly pained as his breath now hissed in my ear.
coughing-i grasped the cloth of his shirt to steady myself. his right arm slid up beside my head, leaning on the wall behind me.
"don't!" i choked-my breathing heavy. "just....don't."
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