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ExperimentJohn?
-SH

Yes Sherlock?
-JW

I need you to come get me...
-SH

They won't let me leave.
-SH

Why not? What did you do?!
-JW

Nothing!!
-SH

I'm too drunk.
-SH

Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
-JW

John please...
-SH

Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
-JW

Stop laughing...
-SH

The pub on the corner right?
-JW

Yes...
-SH

Would you stop laughing at me? :(
-SH

After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
-SH

I'm almost there.
-JW

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John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him sta

You Don't Need a Girlfriend"You're wasting your time." Sherlock said uncaringly, as John walk in and stripped his coat.

Sherlock didn't look up at him, he just sat staring at the wall, hands stapled under his chin. John paused at the coat rack, thinking over what Sherlock just said.

"Excuse me?" He asked, turning and taking three long, brief strides to Sherlock.

"You very well heard me, it's useless for me to repeat myself." Sherlock said, sending him a sideways glance.

"And what are you talking about when you say I'm wasting my time?" John asked, leaning on the table in front of Sherlock.

"All your girlfriends and -dates-. You're wasting your ti

BBC Sherlock: Something to talk aboutSix o'clock in the morning, Saturday. A call from Lestrade. Yes, a case, come to Scotland Yard at once. Sherlock hung up with excitement, John just groaned plaintively. Friday was hellish at the hospital and he definitely could use some rest. Watson was determined to sleep through the whole morning, no matter what. Sherlock didn't waste any time, though. He sprang out of the bed, already wide awake, and delved into his wardrobe, preparing clothes for today.

"Come on, John! Don't dawdle! The adventure awaits!" Sherlock urged him in an upbeat tone.

John covered his head with a duvet, mumbling something incoherently about the place where Sherl

The Only ExceptionJohn closed his eyes, listening to the pounding rain on the window. The rain always relaxed him, just the sound of the pitter-patter of water hitting concert, the way the sky darkened and everything just slowed down. John stood up and walked to his room, not attracting the attention of his lover and flatmate, Sherlock Holmes.

John returned moments later with an Ipod touch and some portable speakers. He set them down on the table next to him and fumbled with the cord for a few minutes. Sherlock looked up from his book and shot John a questioningly look.

John pressed play and soft cords from an acoustic guitar played through the flat. John sm

ForeverJohn was sitting in his arm chair, reading the paper as rain hit the window on the other side of the room. He felt eyes on him. He could feel the stares but he didn't dare look up. He was mad. Ferrous even. Mad that he had done this to him. Mad that he had left him alone for three bloody years.

Mad that he loved him after it was all said and done.

"John..?" Sherlock's voice was barely audible being just above a whisper.

John ignored him.

"John? Please..." Sherlock sounded pitiful.

John turned the page to the paper. He was going to make Sherlock suffer as long as he could. He was alone for three years. He was depre

BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, a

Sweets Chapter One - JohnlockChapter One - A replacement for the nicotine patches

The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat.
Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then

You Just Can't Without a Heart"I don't even know where to begin..." John started, pacing the room in front of Sherlock, who was sitting in his arm chair, legs pulled to his chest and his eyes trained on John. "...I mean... You left for a week! I didn't know where in bloody hell you were and I was worried sick! I though someone had you, or worse, I thought you were dead!"

"John..." Sherlock started, his voice low and almost quiet. It was so uncharacteristically like Sherlock to be quiet.

"Stop," John cut him off, holding his hand out to stop Sherlock. "Can you just tell me where you've -been-?!"

Sherlock shook his head, looking down at the floor.

"And why -not-, Sherlo

Breakfast8:04
Breakfast is ready.
SH

8:05
What?
JW

8:05
I've prepared breakfast. Come downstairs.
SH

8:06
You made breakfast!?
JW

8:06
Isn't that what I just said?
SH

8:07
You're serious? You made breakfast?
JW

8:07
You're rather slow this morning. When I said I would shag you senseless I didn't mean to do so literally.
SH

8:08
No - It's just - You never cook.
JW

8:08
That doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing so.
SH

8:09
Never said you couldn't. I'm just surprised you did. Are you up to something?
JW

8:09
What would I be up to that would result in breakfast?
SH

8:10
I don't know. Experiment maybe? Broke something and t

Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.

It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed usin

Sweets Chapter Two - JohnlockThe game is afoot

John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was

Sherlock's Excuse To Get CuddlesJohn Watson was woken up by someone sliding into his bed with him and wrapping their slender arms around his waist, pressing against his back. At first, he wanted to push away and ask who decided they could get in his bed without his permission. But since he was too tired to do that option, he let the intruder cuddle close. He had always been a sap for cuddling, anyways. Even if he didn't let anyone know. Even if this could be Moriarty about to kill him. He was just too damn tired to do anything about it. Living with Sherlock Holmes really put a strain on John's life. So he could enjoy these few moments with however decided to come into his r

This is My NoteI am John H. Watson. Ex-army doctor in the Afghanistan War and the only friend to Sherlock Holmes. I was his "live in", his flatmate, his coworker, and his blogger. I was the only one really able to put up with his crazy psychopathic ways and in a way, I ended up bring the one to take care of the lazy bastard.

I owed it to him to put up with his silly little experiments and the random severed body parts in places where we kept our food, the little we had (the register at the store and I don't really get along. One day I will shoot that thing and just walk away...). He saved me from a life after the war, the life I never wanted to live. The l

As Memory Serves6:03
Where are you?
JW

6:03
Case
SH

6:04
Well that's not vague at all
JW

6:04
Sarcasm is not appreciated when I'm working
SH

6:04
And what are you working on?
JW

6:05
Trying to determine the origin of a specific greeting card
SH

6:05
A greeting card is important to a case?
JW

6:06
Yes, as the killer sent it to the victim.
SH

6:06
So why do you need to find out where it's from?
JW

6:07
Because we need to pull security footage to get a visual on him.
SH

6:07
Oh. Don't suppose there's any chance of you leaving it until tomorrow and coming home?
JW

6:08
Certainly not. Will you ever stop asking stupid questions?

ViolinJohn sat on the couch, looking as though bothered at something. Something not being the case, he was ferrous. He had always tried to get Sherlock to see what he meant. Every "brilliant" he muttered, every "bloody, that's fantastic" he whispered in his breath, every gaze he shot him; they all meant something more then just a job-well-done.

Sherlock always seemed like a hard person to reach, going off on his own path, doing things his way, being the lazy ass he was. But John never would have guessed that Sherlock could be so... -blind-! The great Sherlock freaking Holmes, blind.

Blind to feelings, adornment, caring and sometimes even loving a

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Can I Kiss You, Sherlock

by *Black-Rose-117, Jun 28, 2012, 5:07:46 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Teen / Short Stories

John traced his thumb against Sherlock's lively pink lip, looking deep into the detective's blue/gray, mysterious eyes. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss this man, he didn't even know! His heart started pounding, hard, against his chest, fighting to get out.

"I don't see any damage, Sherlock..." John muttered, his thumb still skimming that delicate lip.

"Keep looking." Sherlock urged. "I know there must be something wrong with it! It hurts..."

Sometimes Sherlock made this face. It reminded John so much of a helpless little kid, and it was adorable. John's heart stopped as Sherlock's eyes looked so helplessly into his own, and he gasped lightly for breath. He panted, in a way, wanting to bring Sherlock closer.

John moved closer to Sherlock's face, examining the lip for tiny cuts of any kind. Of course, there were none that he could see... but he couldn't look away from that pair of adorable lips. He wanted to claim them as his own with his.

"Sherlock..."

"Keep looking, John." Sherlock whispered the words, so gently, so beautifully.

John's breath caught and his heart jumped to his throat. His stomach did a sort of flip from the words alone, becoming like a knot. How did Sherlock do this to him? He so much as whispered his name and John melted.

"Sherlock... Can I kiss you?" The words slipped out of John's lips before he could stop them.

There were seconds of pure, utter silence that seemed to drag on for hours. John sat there, looking at Sherlock's misty eyes, his thumb on Sherlock's bottom lip.

"Of course, doctor." Sherlock whispered in that beautifully deep voice that made John weak at the knees.

Slowly, gently, John leaned forward and caught Sherlock's lips with his. His hand moved to Sherlock's cheek and he leaned on the arm chair that Sherlock was sitting in. Sherlock sat there, kissing John back slowly, beautifully, carefully. Sherlock was a little sloppy, attempting to follow John's lead, never having done this before, but John thought it perfect. At last, an area where John was the genius and Sherlock the follower.

John backed off and looked Sherlock in the eyes, their faces very close to each other's.

"Please... John... Keep looking..." Sherlock muttered, leaning in and catching John's lips again.

Can I Kiss You, Sherlockby *Black-Rose-117

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Teen / Short Stories

I'm sooooo sorry

Today went by too fast and I got too busy... Work, school, and other shit... I litterally had NO TIME to write ANYTHING!

So, I had to tap into my "stash" of stories I randomly wrote um... last night... 0-0

I saw this peice of art (I wish i remembered who in the world did it...) labled "Can I Kiss You, Sherlock?" and I was like, "That would be such a cute first kiss story" soooo here it is

See, post art, it helps

I hope if you reconize or did this art work you would tell me, so I can add a link to it for inspiring this story... I feel bad for not faving the story for this... I'm hating myself for not...

But to whoever did that art work: GREAT JOB AND PLEASE COMMENT TO TELL ME IF IT WAS YOU WITH A LINK TO IT! I wanna give you credit....

Anywho... enjoy <3

<3~Blake Moriarty

I FOUND IT!