They didn’t talk, because John didn’t talk anymore. He spoke, yes, but didn’t talk.
When Sherlock returned after two years, John opened the door and blinked, once, twice, the muscles of his jaw tight.
“John,” Sherlock said, and if his voice was unsteady, John wasn’t. His posture and shoulders rigid, John pressed the door open wider and turned to go back into his meticulously tidy bedsit.
“Tea?” He asked, not waiting for Sherlock to answer before flipping on the electric kettle. He sat on the edge of the bed to wait for the water to boil while Sherlock wandered unmoored around the room. When Sherlock began to talk, explaining why, explaining how, John watched him, listened, nodded, but his face remained a study in tight suppression.
When Sherlock finished, John said, “Okay,” and handed him a mug of tea. If Sherlock’s chin crinkled slightly, if he blinked in rapid succession, John didn’t mention it.
They sat in silence until Sherlock had emptied his mug. He put it carefully on the desk and stood to leave.
“Baker Street?” he asked.
For a long moment John didn’t reply, didn’t move at all, but eventually he turned his face up towards Sherlock. “When?”
“A week, I think. I’ll ask Ms Hudson. “
John nodded, a small motion, almost imperceptible to someone other than Sherlock, and Sherlock felt relief unfurling in him with such abruptness that he had to grab the back of the chair in order to remain standing. “Good,” he said, “good.”
In the end it took nine days, the previous tenants being unwilling to move, but Baker Street was theirs again. During the interim Sherlock didn’t see John, but he texted him. He learned that John would not reply to general statements, but he would answer questions, so Sherlock texted endless questions. Questions he already knew the answer to. Anything, just to hear the soft ping and see John’s name on his mobile.
The first night, Sherlock heard John pacing in his room, the sliver of light beneath the door visible until nearly sunrise.
The second, John fell asleep just after dinner, and Sherlock spent the evening alone. When Sherlock woke at four in the morning he found John sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, so he made two mugs of tea and sat there with him until John needed to dress for work.
The tenth night, Sherlock heard a small shuffling noise and put down his laptop. When he opened the door he found John curled against his bedroom doorframe, his left cheek and ear slightly pinker than his right. Sherlock realized he had been listening, face pressed against the door. John didn’t look embarrassed; he looked the same as always, blank, hemmed in, carefully, fearfully composed.
Sherlock no longer closed his bedroom door. Ever.
On the fourteenth night Sherlock woke from vivid, tangled dreams to the silhouette of John sitting on the end of his bed, facing away from him. “John,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Here.” He pulled back the duvet on the empty side of the bed. John was still for several minutes, but in the end he settled himself in Sherlock’s bed and faced the wall. Neither of them slept.
The next night John didn’t make any attempt to sleep in his room. He came down the stairs in his pyjamas and curled up in Sherlock’s bed while Sherlock played the violin in the living room. When the last note faded into the muffled sounds of London at night Sherlock put the violin down and joined John.
He didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep, hadn’t imagined that he could, but he woke at two and knew without opening his eyes that John was behind him, propped up and leaning over him, his breathing slightly uneven. Sherlock kept still, kept his body relaxed, even when a hand brushed lightly down his back, even when John pressed the side of his face against the dip between Sherlock’s shoulder blades.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, all of Sherlock’s attention focused on the slight shift of John as the sharp tension of his body softened against Sherlock’s back. Sherlock reached one arm behind him and caught John’s hand, pulling it forwards and threading his fingers through John’s.
“Sherlock,” John said then, and if his voice was thick and wavering it was still better than the study in emptiness it had been.
“Here, John. I’m here. I won’t leave you again. I promise.”
And if John talked to him, face pressed to his back, his words of loss and pain and fear burning in the darkness, then Sherlock was silent, imagining each broken syllable rising from them like embers, bright and hot and fading to cool gray ash. If John cried then, if he clenched Sherlock’s hand until Sherlock could no longer feel his fingers, then Sherlock let him. And when the ragged edges of his breathing smoothed into the rhythms of sleep, Sherlock smiled.
Around them the currents of London shifted, above them the sky pooled with clouds, but they lay still on one side of a big bed, curled together, two halves, dark and fair, brain and heart.This is the saddest reunion fic I have ever read. ;_;
Beautiful, all of it.
Control
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Title: Control
Author: LapOtter
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for power play… for mental dominance and submission.
After a bad shift at the hospital, John needs to feel like he still has control over something. That something is Sherlock. Sherlock is more than happy to be that something.
Heat
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Title: Heat
Author: radio_silent
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John unrequited
Warning for masturbation
In the shower, Sherlock is overwhelmed with heat.
This is a nice little one for you. Not too sexy, just kind of great as a little sample of Sherlock’s sexy thoughts.
Ten Minutes
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Title: Ten Minutes
Author: magenta
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for hotness, lol
Sherlock wouldn’t stop - couldn’t stop - and John would never be able to sleep if they kept it up.
Three
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Title: Three
Author: scullyseviltwin
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for the teensiest bit of blood play.
There’d been no talking about their last encounter, just a prolonged longing.
Science and Songs
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Title: Science and Songs
Author: rainbowballz
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for hotness.
“Your seduction techniques could use a little work.”
Like Leaves and Kings (All Things Must Fall)
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Title: Like Leaves and Kings (All Things Must Fall)
Author: gyzym
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for a bit of violence and Sherlock being super annoying.
This is one of the only fics I’ve read lately. I haven’t rec’d anything in a while, so I figured I’d rec SOMETHING. This one’s pretty good. Blowjobs are fun. I like blowjobs.
Anonymous asked: I need a picture of my sad face for Fanfic rec Friday!! I miss it soooo bad! I'm so bored without it, not reading new stories! Could you compensate for writing some more of parent!Lock or any others? Pretty pls? *flutters eyelashes*
I absolutely will tomorrow!! I’m sorry I haven’t been reading any fanfiction, so I haven’t been rec’ing any!! I feel so stupid for this failure of mine, but my job is making me too depressed to do anything but watch shows and go out to try and take my mind off everything. But tomorrow during the day I will finish a chapter of my parent!lock fic, then move on to my good old kink fic!! :)
Please accept my apology for my inconsistent Fanfiction Fridays!!
jazzijenni asked: Anything by chasingriver. She has put up a new story that is still a WIP, about 13 chapters into it but it is UNNNF. Called Torquay Arms. Also her Experiments series is HNNNG. One pat i love is John being penetrated by a huge dildo beforre being double-penetrated by Sherlock and Mycroft. The Experiment series is a foursome but the progress in the series is unbelievable. Hope that'll get you horny for Monday! ;D
Woohoo!! Thanks for the recs!
GUYSSSSS
I forgot it was Friday
I have been so tired this week, that I forgot it was Friday
And I haven’t been reading any fanfiction!! ;__;
Just lying in bed watching Primeval/Jekyll/Luther, while slightly unconscious.
DAMN IT. So now I have no recs for you today.
Send me stuff in my ask, and I’ll rec it as soon as I’m home.
The First and Last Trilogy
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Title: The First and Last Trilogy (series)
Author: Phyona
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for drunkenness, fighting, and sickness.
It all started with one night at a pub…
Really!
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Title: Really!
Author: pennydreadful
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for angry fucking and unadulterated PORN.
John has a nice not-so-peaceful Sunday at home with Sherlock.
D/s AU
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Title: D/s AU series
Author: Kalimyre
Rated: M
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Warnings for D/s relationships.
Kinkmeme fill. AU where everyone is a Dom or a sub. Mycroft is a sub but has been hiding it and suffering. Lestrade is a natural Dom who persuades Mycroft that being a sub is not a weakness.
Cardiophilia Sequence
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Title: Cardiophilia Sequence (series)
Author: hitlikehammers
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for pulse kink!
In which Sherlock develops an obsession with John’s pulse, and discovers his own esoteric heart in the process.
The Perfect Specimen
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Title: The Perfect Specimen
Author: Cleo2010
Rated: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warning for weird penis obsession.
After seeing John undressed for the first time, he becomes obsessed with a certain body part. This is the story of that first sight, and all the little happenings which come after.
