amaristhewolf:
notyoursnifferdog:
amaristhewolf:
Oops…
Amaris…
Sorry… You normally don’t look at your mail anyways…
If you were hungry, why didn’t you just say so? I would have fed you.
Another Reunion // Shekirk
Sherlock had been genuinely surprised that Jim had actually responded to his text message. He’d been ignoring them for so long, Sherlock had figured he’d dumped the phone because it was traceable. And with him being on the run and all, it was a feasible conclusion.
A few hours, he said. Sherlock, a little bit nervous and excited, had decided that perhaps his flat was a bit.. messy. So he took it upon himself to straighten things up. Most of it going into the trash, because he deemed it either unneeded, unusable, or random.
Sherlock wouldn’t normally clean, for anyone. But he hadn’t seen Jim in months, and.. he’s happy that Jim’s come to see him. He’s missed him a lot more then he thought.
You know who I miss?
oldfashionedwatson:
John looks the man in the eyes expecting a long rant about how Sherlock loves him in a platonic manor. That the night they shared was a mistake and so on and so fourth. Only to find his lips crushed against the other man’s and their bodies flush together, everything in his head says no but everything in his heart says yes. Wrapping his arms around the man he fists his hand into the black curls and only makes the kiss deep with his hand around the man’s waist.
Fingers clawed at the man to hold on and not let him go as he kissed him, glad he could only taste nicotine on his lips. Though the hot smoky kiss couldn’t stop the man from letting a tear of two fall, he’d worked himself up for so long with no way of release and this just now had broken his poker face and to be honest John didn’t care, he wanted Sherlock to see just how much he could affect the doctor.
Sherlock had been scared, that John was going to shove him away, and accuse him of just using him, and manipulating his feelings. But it’s a whole weight off his shoulders when he kisses back, the hand in his hair, the arm around his waist. He knows that it’s permission, and he takes it, taking steps forward, pushing John back as he goes, until he shoves him back against the wall, without breaking the kiss to even breathe.
He moves the hand on his shoulder down to his waist, pinning John against the wall to keep him from moving. The other hand moves up, busying itself in the dark brown locks as Sherlock nips at the doctor’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, wanting to deepen the kiss even further.
John… Sherlock…
amaristhewolf:
I demand we all stop being so sad and emotional and just have a giant cuddle pile right now!
If you don’t comply with my wishes I shall run you down, tackle you to the ground, and lick you into submission.
amaristhewolf:
notyoursnifferdog:
amaristhewolf replied to your post: A small puppy wanders into the flat, and sits herself down by Sherlock’s feet. She smiles up at him and wags her tail, waiting to see if he’ll recognize her.
“Yep!” She said happily jumping up and wagging her tail even harder. “I knew you would be able to figure it out!” She happily bounded up to him and nuzzled his leg.
Sherlock chuckles, reaching down when she nuzzles against his leg, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “Look at how tiny you are!” He laughs, “Why are you so small, Amaris?”
“I may be tiny, but still a werewolf!” She says trying to stand up and puff out her chest, but instead she slipped and flopped down into his lap. “Ok… so maybe I am just a puppy. And I really have no idea why I’m this small, its kind of demeaning though.”
Sherlock laughs when she slips down into his lap, and he uses his hands to help set her upright again. “You’re adorable as a puppy though! Pocket-sized Amaris, for your convenience!” He laughs again.
You know who I miss?
oldfashionedwatson:
Then how do you feel about me, Sherlock? Set me straight, show me I don’t get in the way of you or that my emotions are incorrect. I hate feelings this way…having these bloody emotions. Soldiers don’t have feelings.
I love you, also. More then you could imagine… I don’t want to share.
Sherlock just stares at him, into his eyes, his own wide with confusion and pain. How could he possibly think that Sherlock had tossed him aside on purpose? Instead of saying anything, instead of using his words, Sherlock decides that perhaps actions will speak louder this time.
In a few strides, he closes the space between them, using one hand to grip the doctor’s uninjured shoulder, pulling their bodies flush together as the other braces the back of his neck. He doesn’t even hesitate, using the momentum of the pull to crush their lips together in a kiss. The kiss, to Sherlock, felt as though it had been waited for for far too long. Like kissing a boyfriend of a soldier that’s been off at war for two years.
Sherlock lets his emotions into the kiss, trying to make John realize, finally, how he feels about him. He had never meant to ignore him, and he can’t forgive himself for it. Ever. But maybe, if John will allow it, he can make it up to him in the future.
You know who I miss?
oldfashionedwatson:
notyoursnifferdog:
oldfashionedwatson:
I don’t know if I can…you made me feel pushed aside like I was an old toy that had..lost it’s luster and you didn’t want to play with anymore so you shoved me in 221c when you found Maggie…I never believed the same man could break my heart twice.
John, that’s not what happened.. You know that’s not what happened. I met Maggie before you came along.. I’m sorry, John. I didn’t mean to just.. neglect you.
I’m sorry, John. I’m.. so so sorry. I didn’t.. I’m sorry..
I love you. And I’m an asshole. And I’m sorry.
Don’t tell me that’s not what happened, when it is. Why do you think I never came up to se bloody well see you, because I didn’t want to be the old idiot to get in your way. I didn’t want to get jealous of maggie yet I was down there all on my own…
I love you too, but I’m never going to be more then second best.
You thought you were going to get in my way? In the way of what, John? Maggie and I? She and I might be together, and I love her, but it doesn’t change anything about me and how I feel about other people…about you.
You’ll never be anything like that, John. I don’t have ratings on the people I love. I love you and Maggie the same.
