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annundrielDipping my toes in. It was bound to happen eventually.
Sherlock/John. PG.
Evidence
Sherlock traces the edges of John’s scar with his fingers, tastes it with the tip of his tongue, following the differentiation of tissue over muscle and bone.
He’s not a sentimental man, but the feelings this evidence of John’s mortality inspire within him are sharp and hard and fierce, burning in his chest with an intensity that surprises Sherlock. It's fascinating and terrifying, electrifying.
This thing with John, this flatmate, colleague, friend thing with John...This situation where he finds himself in John's room, in John's bed, pressed skin to skin with John...
Not even Sherlock could have seen it coming.
Sherlock/John. PG.
Evidence
Sherlock traces the edges of John’s scar with his fingers, tastes it with the tip of his tongue, following the differentiation of tissue over muscle and bone.
He’s not a sentimental man, but the feelings this evidence of John’s mortality inspire within him are sharp and hard and fierce, burning in his chest with an intensity that surprises Sherlock. It's fascinating and terrifying, electrifying.
This thing with John, this flatmate, colleague, friend thing with John...This situation where he finds himself in John's room, in John's bed, pressed skin to skin with John...
Not even Sherlock could have seen it coming.
