FOR MYSELF

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FANSERVICE MEME

1. POST WITH YOUR CHARACTERS??
2. PEOPLE REPLY ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT) AND REQUEST YOUR CHARACTER ~~DO SOMETHING~~ WITH EITHER SOMEONE ELSE OR SOLO??
3. AND YOU DO IT OKAY??
4. YEAH ANNA WROTE THIS CAN YOU TELL??

Comments

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

No.

Well, yes.

Sort of.

[drpsychosomatic]

[Eyebrow raise]

I am not doing this unless you tell me what it's for.

'physical evidence'....

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[He just looks so annoyed at the moment, but it's mostly towards himself.]

It's not -- [He bites back 'important'.]

I need evidence, John. Proof. Abstract theories are simply that - theories. I cannot form a true opinion on the matter without physical evidence.

o mai /fans self

[drpsychosomatic]

If you tell anyone about this, Sherlock, I will murder you. Not only that, I'll make sure I murder you in the most boring way imaginable. Got it?

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock's lips slip into a grin.]

Clear as crystal.

[drpsychosomatic]

...Right. Well. [He clears his throat. ...and closes his eyes.]

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[There's a moment, of complete silence, before Sherlock finally leans in to kiss John again. His fingers touch just barely under John's chin to tilt it up towards him.

It's... hesitant, this time. Gentle. Not at all like the rough, rushed smack he had given him before.]

[drpsychosomatic]

[Okay. John's... not quite sure how he feels about all this, but there's something oddly vulnerable about the way Sherlock's kissing him now. Slowly, and not at all confidently, he presses his lips back against Sherlock's.]

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[When he pulls back this time, it's barely any movement at all - he can still feel John's breath on his lips.

He frowns deeply, his brow furrowed.

This isn't.. good.

Not. At. All.]

[drpsychosomatic]

[John opens his eyes and wets his lips anxiously.]

Enough data?

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

No.

[He doesn't ask, or wait, this time. He just takes it - gently tugging at John's lower lip with his teeth before trying to press all the questions he could possibly have into a single kiss.

His conclusion must be faulty.

It simply isn't possible. He won't allow it to be possible.

One more kiss - one more real kiss - then he can banish the silly nonsense forever.]

[drpsychosomatic]

[Oh, to hell with it. He lets his lips part, kissing Sherlock softly. It's strange, yes, and Sherlock tastes of something oddly chemical (no doubt thanks to whatever hellish experiment he's been playing with today), but he finds he doesn't mind it. It fits.]

...Sherlock?

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[He pulls back fully, now, even stepping backwards. Hand raised so the back of his fingers are against his lips, and then he shoves them into his pockets almost petulantly.]

Yes. What?

[drpsychosomatic]

...Nevermind.

[He rakes a hand through his hair awkwardly, not sure what to do now.]

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

...

[That's it. Time to escape. He grabs his scarf.]

... Going out. Don't wait up.

[drpsychosomatic]

[He clears his throat.]

Right. I'll- see you tomorrow.

[sh-consulting.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock doesn't say anything, just flees without another word and slams the door behind him.]