That Scent Must Sustain (6): Takes Me Away
Sherlock knew that the most fascinating element of John Hamish Watson was his ability to be absolutely unpredictable. He had a habit of defying all of Sherlock's expectations, and it thrilled the detective. Here, unable to see, unable to touch, he knew...
That Scent Must Sustain (5): Follow the Trail
John was staring. Jesus, he was staring. Sherlock was laying it on thick, his heavy-lidded eyes locked on the doctor's, his hand tracing lazy circles on John's chest. It was hard to think, hard to breathe, when he looked so ready to fuck. "I want to...
That Scent Must Sustain (4): Consumed by its Fire
Scream? Surely not. Sherlock Holmes was not a screamer, nor was he one to give away the machinations of his mind. John could try. Oh god, he wanted him to try. He hadn't expected to be so carried away by the seas of lust suppressed inside of him, but...
That Scent Must Sustain (3): I Need Every Day
Beneath him, Sherlock was breathing slowly. The rise and fall of his chest was hypnotizing; John almost lost himself in the rhythm. He shook his head and focused, letting his hands brush the silk robe from Sherlock's shoulders. It pooled around him,...
That Scent Must Sustain (2): I'll Have This Desire
Four days. He had sat in silence for four days thinking of John. His John? He wished. He could be. His pupils dilated in Sherlock's presence, his heart rate increased just enough to be visual, but still he held back. This was what occupied Sherlock's...
That Scent Must Sustain (1): My Brain is Haunted
Sherlock was thinking. That was how he spent most of his time, to be sure, but this mental study had engaged him for several days. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't slept, he simply reclined on the couch, eyes open, fingers steepled against the bow of his...
The Color of Passion
Red. Such a stimulating color, loaded with meaning in every culture. Lust, love passion, speed, virility, life... What did it mean now? Was there a hidden message, some meaning he had missed? Sherlock turned the information over in his mind, mulling...
A Ghost in the Fog- A Johnlock Reunion Fic
John sat in the armchair, gazing into the fire as he clutched his cup of tea. _Three years,_ he thought to himself, _three years since he left me._ Apart from the flickering light of the flames the flat was dark, but John didn't mind. It suited the...
That Scent Must Sustain 9: This Scent Consumes
Stalking through the dark London streets, a wide scowl stretched across his face, Sherlock fumed. He hadn't planned the discussion to turn so... hostile. It had been going so well, before she showed up- all long legs and disgustingly cheap perfume,...
That Scent Must Sustain (8): Above the Trees
Regardless of what Sherlock thought of him, Greg Lestrade was a decently observant man. Hard work had earned him the position of Detective Inspector, and though Sherlock ranted and raved about the Met's efficiency, hardly any cases went unsolved under...
That Scent Must Sustain (7): Works For Me
John woke late, alone in an unfamiliar room. _Sherlock's,_ he thought, a lopsided grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. He stretched as he slipped out from under the sheets, his joints popping with relief, before he moved to the shower. Fifteen...
Faust.
I'd sell my soul for talent; for the ability to weave my words around my audience's mind, infecting their memories with haunting visions of fantasies unbridled. I'd sell my soul for beauty; for the ability to steal the breath from my...