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OOC: About the blog

This is a Sherlock Holmes (BBC) RP blog. Originally created for the SuperWhoLock RP community, this is now an independent RP blog. My current John Watson (BBC) RP blog partner is captain-three-continents-watson.

Old RPs (before September 2014) will be cleaned up and archived, but not used in the future RPs, interludes, etc. 

While most of the cases and RPs will be based around Watson’s and my plot, we are open to OOC/ in character suggestions. Most interesting cases/ ideas for cases/ interactive questions will be credited and used in our RPs.The OOC questions and messages are also welcome. The Submit and AskBox are open and functional. 

Updates will be posted on the blog and this page.

The blog is currently under construction (August 29th, 2014.)


OOC: Going to try and reboot this blog. Construction ahead.




Just my luck || Part Two: Watson and Holmes

“Because it’s obvious, John,” Sherlock sighed, but turned into John’s body, embracing him against his body. “Then again, you are really drunk…”

Sherlock winces as one of John’s elbows pushed against his fresh bruise blooming over his right side. “Nevertheless, I would gladly accept you previous offer about being gentle.”

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Giggling at the suggestion of being gentle, it took John’s mind  few moments to catch up to what Sherlock actually meant. He blinked down at Sherlock then realized he was resting on one of the many bruises on the man underneath him. His smile fell away and he scrambled to get off of Sherlock.


“God, I’m so sorry.” he fell onto his back beside Sherlock and smiled across at him. “You alright?”

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"Hmm," Sherlock sighed, picking John’s hand and pressing it palm down to his bare chest, then moved it slowly downwards. He hummed, closing his eyes. "Mmm, getting better."

The sleuth turned to face his blogger, smiling slyly. “I would not appose you kissing me better, Doctor. I am sure that would help me to recover much quicker.”

 


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Sherlock’s shoulders slumped just the slightest of fractions, relaxing as he saw John accept the ring. He kissed back with vigor, cupping John’s face in return. Despite the growing sensation of being stuck in a limbo, the detective forced himself to reject the irrational fears and suspicions. John took the ring and John wasn’t the man to take something if he wasn’t sure about it. All Sherlock needed right now is patience. It wasn’t a regular habit of his, admittedly, but Sherlock could wait, when it was worth. John was worth so much more.

They broke the kiss almost simultaneously, surfacing for air. Breathing. Breathing’s so boring.

“As I said before, I cannot take the responsibility of putting you in this sort of danger. Involving you in this mess on my behalf would be the least wise thing of me to do. I can’t do that. This whole congress is pointless, if I put you in danger,” Sherlock sighed, his thumbs tracing over John’s cheekbones. He spoke before the other man could answer. “However, seeing as you have both the means to not only offend, but defend your self as well and is capable of making your own decisions despite my best advises and pleas, I suppose you could follow me, if you choose to disregard my words.”

Sherlock wanted John with him, of course he wanted. However, putting him in danger would cancel all the efforts they both gone through in the past years. Sherlock could give John a miracle to save him for anyone or anything, but John himself. It was obvious now to the genius just how much John needed this life, needed him. It was a compromise, an offer for the two of them to reach out and find their equilibrium once again.

John hadn’t realized that Sherlock had tensed up waiting for a reply until he felt the man relaxing under his touch. Just having the other man there had dissipated the weight on John’s shoulders. This perfect individual kissing him was his whole life, his very existence depended on Sherlock returning the love he felt. Sherlock Holmes wanted to be with him, was willing to fight to be with him. That was all that mattered. 

His hands fell away from Sherlock’s jaw, travelling slowly down his neck to the man’s shoulders. John gripped them, pulling Sherlock deeper into  the kiss if it were possible. He was determined to live forever in this perfect moment and relive the feelings and emotions that were running through him. If he could stop time, he couldn’t think of a more appropriate place to stay. Unfortunately he was only flesh and blood and the need for air took control of his body. 

The two broke away from each other swallowing air as if for the first time and John couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face. 

“You know that I wouldn’t involve myself unless it meant keeping you out of harms way. You do have a tendency to attract the wrong kind of attentions with that smug attitude of yours.” He leaned forward again and started to place small kisses on Sherlock’s lips, nose, cheek, any place he could reach. “You-want me safe but you must realize by now that I want the same for you. But I don’t want to be a crutch either. If people think they can use me to get to you then perhaps it’s best I don’t go along.” John was fighting with himself now. He wanted to make sure that Sherlock was kept safe but in order to keep him safe he had to make sure the consultant didn’t have a weak point. If he were to go along with Sherlock, then he could be used as a weakness and against his wishes he would be causing the exact thing he was trying to prevent. 

His smile faded in concentration as he tried to come up with a way around this. “I want nothing more then to be with you, Holmes. Either scenario leaves one of us in danger and the other without a means of looking out for them. But I think if I were to come with you, I would have a better chance of protecting you and myself. I’d prefer to be in the loop.” he pulled back and looked into Sherlock’s hazel eyes, not realizing that his grip on the other man’s shoulders was tightening. “-I’d prefer to be with you.”

"We could start with small thing, I suppose," Sherlock grinned and leaned forward to capture John’s mouth a deep searching kiss, his tongue sliding right in, like a smooth criminal. He searched and licked and sucked, looking for the right spots to undo one particular army-doctor. 

They broke off for some air again, but Sherlock would not move away any further than necessary for the oxygen to filled their lung. “I am sure you’ll catch up with things quickly. After all, you are the only one who can actually catch up with my pace, both my deductions and my strolls around London equally. 


I Was So Alone, The Morning After || John Watson and Sherlock Holmes

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Quietly, Sherlock moved towards John and stood by his side, contemplating the right answer. Slowly, as if cautious of a sudden lash-out on John’s part, he took one of the doctor’s hands off of the counter and into his palms. “I don’t leave the any tracks behind.” Sherlock spoke, his finger taping lightly against John’s wrist in short and long taps.

The alias is J. Sigerson.

“I don’t have a permanent phone. I change them as frequently as reasonable.” Sherlock continued to tap.

You will always have my number.

“I don’t have a specific time line and despite the fact that I do have a handle on my events, I cannot promise you my return.”

I will be back.

“As a soldier you should understand,” Sherlock allowed himself a momentary smirk, just a turn up at the corner of his mouth. With a last (unnecessary) pat of his finger against John’s wrist, he let go and took a hold of his cuppa instead. “Thank you.”

At first, John wasn’t sure what Sherlock was doing taking his wrist and tapping against it. His words were so strong, that it took a second for John to catch up on the fact he was receiving Morse code. It seemed silly that after everything that had happened earlier that they should now be concerned of someone watching or listening in. If he’d been level headed enough, he would have kept his feelings to himself but seeing Sherlock alive had opened the flood gates to his emotions and he just couldn’t help himself. 

“You’re welcome.” he smiled, moving away from the counter once Sherlock had released his hand. He picked up his own tea and moved to the table, setting it down and smirking across the room at his old friend. “Don’t suppose I’ll get you to eat anything before you leave. I just hope you’ll remember to look after yourself without me there.” 

"I can cope," Sherlock returned the smirk and sipped some of his tea. "The evidence is right before you."

A heavy silence hung between them for a while, the two men sipping on their tea. Sherlock wasn’t sure how to breach the subject of his departure. To be completely honest with himself and John, he did not want to leave at all. It was way too long he had no home or a human company. Even if Sherlock wasn’t one for the loud commotions and had a perfect time living his life alone, John was still the one being that once settled in the detective’s life was irreplaceable. 

"However, to benefit your peace of mind, I suppose we could order some takeaway, perhaps?" Sherlock suggested mildly, letting none of his true conflict show in his voice or on his face.



Just my luck || Part Two: Watson and Holmes

Sherlock stiffened at John’s words, regretting his momentary consideration of actually giving in. He didn’t move or respond to John’s ministrations, but did not move away either. He tried to see if that was what John really thought about Sherlock or it was just alcohol talking. The again, what the sober mind hides, the drunk mouth says…

“Wrong,” Sherlock sighed and turned to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling. “While I do agree with you that I, indeed, enjoy our physical relationship, it is rather… Surprising of you to believe that that could be my only and first priority to coming back to you. Do you really believe that the reason I decided to put you in danger of my presence, to allow you to know my true status as well as my fake identity just for a shag, as you put it? Do you really believe that if not for the sex, I would never come back? It seems you have forgotten me.”

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John let himself fall back away from Sherlock as the other man seemed to turn away. And here he had thought things were going so well. Had he said something wrong? Looking at Sherlock, head cocked to the side he listened as the other man enlightened him to the truth of the matter. So Sherlock wasn’t just taking up with him for the mere fact John was a willing sexual partner, he actually cared about him on a more personal level. 

He leaned forward against and snuggled up against the taller man, resting his chin on Sherlock’s chest as he covered the rest of the consultant with his body. “Well why didn’t you just say so you git. ” John slithered up so that his head was tucked under Sherlock’s chin and closing his eyes, grinned. “I love you too.” 

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"Because it’s obvious, John," Sherlock sighed, but turned into John’s body, embracing him against his body. "Then again, you are really drunk…"

Sherlock winces as one of John’s elbows pushed against his fresh bruise blooming over his right side. “Nevertheless, I would gladly accept you previous offer about being gentle.”


Just my luck || Part Two: Watson and Holmes

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“No,” Sherlock gasped, his body speaking ahead of his mind. He sighed in exasperation. The detective cupped John’s face in his hands and tilted it up so he could look the man in the eyes. “You are drunk, you mind is not straight, if excuse me the pun. No matter how good the perspective of you continuing is good and is welcomed, I do not believe it would be fair of me to… Do this. You are not sober therefore your decisions and choices are skewed on the scale of rationality and consent. I do not want to impose something of this sort on you when you are obviously drunk.”

Truth be told, Sherlock really wanted to just let John do the thing. Let go. Not think. It was good to shut his brain down for a while and not think. John, same as his violin, had the ability to halt his rash of thoughts and distract him from bored. He wasn’t meditating with John, but he was able to just… Relax. His body, obviously awaken from its slumber and is eager to catch up on all the years of sexual neglect was driving him forward towards the other man. Literally.

However, this was John and Sherlock really tried to make the effort of honesty in this particular situation. For all he knew, it was nothing for the sleuth to manipulate John into the bed without him ever suspecting Sherlock in any such thing. It was easy, too easy. And Sherlock did not want that. He had a world full of lies outside, he was a liar himself. And here, within theses walls, he wanted a home, a simple pure truth. image

“I may be drunk but I’m consenting to it,” John replied, not sure which side he should lean towards when Sherlock’s hands cupped his face. His hands stilled, falling to his sides as he waited for Sherlock to make up his mind on whether or not he wanted this to happen. “If I wasn’t drunk I would feel the same way.”

He leaned back on his haunches and sat staring up at Sherlock curiously. His head felt fuzzy but he was still able to make a number of rational decisions. Or so he hoped…Regardless of his mental state he knew that he wanted this, so why couldn’t Sherlock read that? 

Falling back against the bed, he hide his face in both his hands out of frustration. He really wanted the intimacy. He wanted to be touched, to run his hands over bare skin and feel wanted again. How was that so hard for Sherlock to understand? 

“I want you.” he grumbled, “Is that so fucking hard to believe.” 

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“Considering?” Sherlock spoke rather grimly. “Yes.”

He hesitated by the bedside, watching John fall backwards and stretch himself over the sheets. Sighing, Sherlock crawled over to John and lied by his side. “I return the want you express towards me, but I don’t believe this should become a patter. You having an intercorse with me in a state of either shock, emotional compromise, or alcohol intoxication.”

Sherlock reached out towards John and set his hand lightly over the other man’s chest. “I am trying to be fair, so to speak, John, as well as considerate. However, for some reason you choose this exact moment to reject any such notions from me.”

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Turning his head to look at Sherlock, John wondered if what the detective was saying was something he should have considered a long time ago. Their relationship wasn’t anything normal to begin with but that didn’t mean that when they did have sex, he had to be in a state. What Sherlock was asking for was one night when John had a clear head; unclouded by stresses of their relationship, emotional turmoil or a blurry mind due to intoxication. It was surprisingly normal, which threw him for a moment. 

“Fair? Considerate?” he laid still for a second, chuckling at the idea of Sherlock in relation to those words. “I hardly think what you’re doing is fair…but I understand.” He shifted so his entire body was turned towards Sherlock. “You came here for sex.” John pointed out, a hand reaching out and playing with the waistband of Sherlock’s trousers but not undoing them. “You said it yourself. Why else would you bother coming back. There’s nothing keeping you here but my willingness to shag you. So why won’t you just indulge me?” 

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Sherlock’s, bringing them back juts a centimeter to whisper, “I promise I’ll be gentle.” 

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Sherlock stiffened at John’s words, regretting his momentary consideration of actually giving in. He didn’t move or respond to John’s ministrations, but did not move away either. He tried to see if that was what John really thought about Sherlock or it was just alcohol talking. The again, what the sober mind hides, the drunk mouth says…

"Wrong," Sherlock sighed and turned to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling. "While I do agree with you that I, indeed, enjoy our physical relationship, it is rather… Surprising of you to believe that that could be my only and first priority to coming back to you. Do you really believe that the reason I decided to put you in danger of my presence, to allow you to know my true status as well as my fake identity just for a shag, as you put it? Do you really believe that if not for the sex, I would never come back? It seems you have forgotten me."