FIC: Actions Speak Louder (Sherlock/John)
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thewlisian_aferTitle: Actions Speak Louder
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Word Count: 425
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer/Notes: Not my original characters. I'm not making any profit from this (or anything else) so please don't sue me. Unbeta'd. Partially inspired by number seven of this little series of drawings by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sadynax. Dedicated to mydwynter, for validating my rejection of the interpretation of Sherlock as not physically affectionate.
"I love you," John murmurs, almost too quiet to be heard.
Sherlock rolls his eyes and only makes a brief sound of acknowledgment in reply. Ridiculous word, love. Ridiculous concept, really. And John doesn't actually bring it up much. Mostly only when they return to the flat after something that could -- should -- have resulted in death for one or both of them. Mostly only when he really needs to hear it back. Sherlock knows that and he wishes he could respond automatically but ... he can't. The words always stick in his throat. Thankfully, Sherlock thinks, John is a patient man, and one who believes that actions speak louder than words. Their relationship would never work -- not even as friends or just colleagues -- if he were any other way.
It's hours before Sherlock finally answers John. They're next to each other on the sofa watching television with takeaway containers strewn about the coffee table in front of them. Sherlock is slumped a little, reducing himself to something that fits comfortably under John's arm. Sitting here nestled against the other man's side like this, Sherlock feels a bit girly, to be honest, but he doesn't care. Not really. He feels warm and safe -- something that's usually loathsome to him but, oddly, he finds quite nice with John from time to time -- and nobody else is looking. This is only for the two of them.
Sherlock cants his head a little, looking up at John with a sidelong glance. The light from the television throws all the lines and imperfections of his face into sharp relief and Sherlock smiles. It's a good face, he thinks; he likes it. ...Loves it. His hand slides from its place on John's knee, moving slowly up his thigh. It gets John's attention, as planned, and John turns to look at Sherlock, raising his eyebrows into an intentionally comical prim and proper "Yes? How can I help you?" expression.
With a low chuckle at the back of his throat, Sherlock reaches for John's chin, giving a little tug to tilt his face downward. When Sherlock leans up, their mouths meet, lips slightly parted. They linger there for a while but just before the tone of the kiss turns into Let's head for the bedroom, Sherlock's tongue caresses John's bottom lip and then he breaks the kiss. His mouth brushes softly along John's jawline.
"John," he says, very close to the other man's ear.
"Mm?"
"I..." The words stick in his throat again.
"Yes. I know you do."
And Sherlock loves him even more.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Word Count: 425
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer/Notes: Not my original characters. I'm not making any profit from this (or anything else) so please don't sue me. Unbeta'd. Partially inspired by number seven of this little series of drawings by
sadynax. Dedicated to mydwynter, for validating my rejection of the interpretation of Sherlock as not physically affectionate."I love you," John murmurs, almost too quiet to be heard.
Sherlock rolls his eyes and only makes a brief sound of acknowledgment in reply. Ridiculous word, love. Ridiculous concept, really. And John doesn't actually bring it up much. Mostly only when they return to the flat after something that could -- should -- have resulted in death for one or both of them. Mostly only when he really needs to hear it back. Sherlock knows that and he wishes he could respond automatically but ... he can't. The words always stick in his throat. Thankfully, Sherlock thinks, John is a patient man, and one who believes that actions speak louder than words. Their relationship would never work -- not even as friends or just colleagues -- if he were any other way.
It's hours before Sherlock finally answers John. They're next to each other on the sofa watching television with takeaway containers strewn about the coffee table in front of them. Sherlock is slumped a little, reducing himself to something that fits comfortably under John's arm. Sitting here nestled against the other man's side like this, Sherlock feels a bit girly, to be honest, but he doesn't care. Not really. He feels warm and safe -- something that's usually loathsome to him but, oddly, he finds quite nice with John from time to time -- and nobody else is looking. This is only for the two of them.
Sherlock cants his head a little, looking up at John with a sidelong glance. The light from the television throws all the lines and imperfections of his face into sharp relief and Sherlock smiles. It's a good face, he thinks; he likes it. ...Loves it. His hand slides from its place on John's knee, moving slowly up his thigh. It gets John's attention, as planned, and John turns to look at Sherlock, raising his eyebrows into an intentionally comical prim and proper "Yes? How can I help you?" expression.
With a low chuckle at the back of his throat, Sherlock reaches for John's chin, giving a little tug to tilt his face downward. When Sherlock leans up, their mouths meet, lips slightly parted. They linger there for a while but just before the tone of the kiss turns into Let's head for the bedroom, Sherlock's tongue caresses John's bottom lip and then he breaks the kiss. His mouth brushes softly along John's jawline.
"John," he says, very close to the other man's ear.
"Mm?"
"I..." The words stick in his throat again.
"Yes. I know you do."
And Sherlock loves him even more.
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Date: 2010-09-20 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 05:06 am (UTC)This made me happy in my heart.
*envelopes you into the ample bosom of this lovely fandom*
John turns to look at Sherlock, raising his eyebrows into an intentionally comical prim and proper "Yes? How can I help you?" expression.
I could actually picture this. That is Martin Freeman's face. Right thurr.
<3
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