Title: Gasping
Author: Marta
Characters and/or pairings: John/Sherlock + Mrs. Hudson, background John/Mary
Rating: Explicit
Warnings, kinks & contents: First time, sort of. Mildly dubcon, again sort of. Technical infidelity, yet again sort of. This is Sherlock's headspace so nothing is all that straightforward. Also, questionable medical ethics and references to drug use (past tense).
Spoilers: Series Three through "His Last Vow"
Length: 5,434 + Notes
Prompt: "starving, hysterical, naked" by
x_disturbed_x. Also inspired by
lilithisbitter's "That itch you just can't scratch."
Summary: "John must have made some answer. Certainly, his lips were moving and Sherlock was vaguely aware of sounds reaching his ears. His brain, however, thoroughly refused to cooperate, to focus on anything other than the sight laid out before him. John, his coat collar turned up against the rain, taking a long pull on the cigarette that had so recently been in Sherlock's mouth. The way his lips curled tightly around the cigarette, his cheeks hollowed ever so slightly, his eyes half-closed in an expression reminiscent of, well, other pleasures.
This was potentially problematic."
Read at AO3.
Author: Marta
Characters and/or pairings: John/Sherlock + Mrs. Hudson, background John/Mary
Rating: Explicit
Warnings, kinks & contents: First time, sort of. Mildly dubcon, again sort of. Technical infidelity, yet again sort of. This is Sherlock's headspace so nothing is all that straightforward. Also, questionable medical ethics and references to drug use (past tense).
Spoilers: Series Three through "His Last Vow"
Length: 5,434 + Notes
Prompt: "starving, hysterical, naked" by
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Summary: "John must have made some answer. Certainly, his lips were moving and Sherlock was vaguely aware of sounds reaching his ears. His brain, however, thoroughly refused to cooperate, to focus on anything other than the sight laid out before him. John, his coat collar turned up against the rain, taking a long pull on the cigarette that had so recently been in Sherlock's mouth. The way his lips curled tightly around the cigarette, his cheeks hollowed ever so slightly, his eyes half-closed in an expression reminiscent of, well, other pleasures.
This was potentially problematic."
Read at AO3.