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Verity Burns - Fic: The Things You Hide (1/2) Title: The Things You Hide (1/2)Series: Sherlock (BBC)Pairing: Sherlock / JohnCategory: RomanceRating: PG-13 (this chapter)Beta: The intrepid Ariane DeVereSummary: Sherlock and John have been working and living together for nearly a year, each finding the other's friendship to be the one thing they would not risk or want to live without. Until something happens to disturb the status quo… Author's Note This fic is totally unrelated to any of my other Sherlock stories, and my first attempt at 'short', written for my lovely friend ledasdaughter.

At the end of this chapter you have a choice between two different endings. They're both happy, but they are different scenes. "Bugger! " It was the familiar baritone which stirred John from his doze, rather than the cursing. "Ow! The fresh outburst brought John up from his chair and he headed for the living room door, looking down the stairs to see Sherlock sitting at the half way point, attempting to roll up one of his trouser legs. "Fine. " "Stay. " The Adventure of the Civil Partnership Chapter 14 Grave Evidence, a sherlock fanfic. Disclaimers: I certainly do not own Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's amazing creation of Sherlock Holmes and Dr.

John Hamish Watson. I also do not own Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, and the BBC's adaptations of those works. Spoiler Warnings: Series 1 and 2 of Sherlock Story Ratings: M Warning Pre-Slash/Slash. Chapter Warnings: Discussions and descriptions of buried bodies. Beta: Ivory Winter - All mistakes are mine. xxxxXXXXxxxx Chapter 14 Grave Evidence An hour and a half later John stood in Davis Reid's back garden, a few steps away from Sherlock and Lestrade, half listening to the consulting detective harangue the Detective Inspector with details of the case so far. John had been glad that Greg was back from his holiday and able to take his call, because John wasn't sure anyone else would have even listened to, much less believed, the rather confusing bare bones explanation of the case John had given an hour and a half ago.

Sherlock huffed in annoyance at Lestrade's comment. XxxxXXXXxxxx xxxxXXXXXxxxx. The Great Sex Olympics of 221B. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Now that the experiment plan is set, it's left to hash out the details - and come to grips with what they've both agreed to do. This chapter is a bit of a mix of moments and ideas. In the next chapter the boys start seriously training for the upcoming event. Sherlock sat in his chair in his blue robe late into the night, fingers steepled under his nose. He had a three patch problem. He'd been surprised, once again, by John Watson. He'd been certain John would not accept the experiment plan, that he would concede and this whole ludicrous challenge would come to an end. John hadn't conceded. Sherlock should not have pushed, should not have accused him of being 'vanilla'. Why? It was disturbing. Everyone assumed Sherlock was asexual, cold, incapable of being touched. And he particularly didn't want John thinking that.

Sherlock was not a virgin. He'd vowed never to open his heart again. And Sherlock had vowed never to open his heart again. And then he'd just… stopped. But… no. The Same Situations of Six Different Men Chapter 2, a sherlock fanfic. Couple 1 It's not often that Mycroft and Greg are graced with the other's presence in the middle of the day.

Not often as in hardly ever. Hardly ever as in never. But sometimes –apparently- their jobs meet and they must work together. Luckily, neither have called Sherlock yet. "Oh, Mycroft. " "Greg? Greg motions behind him at Sally and Anderson. "Oh, of course, of course. The three follow Mycroft into his office. "Have you called—" Greg began. "Not yet, I was hoping it wouldn't come to that. " "Me too. " "Well, I'll probably call him. " "Yes, I'll do it. " "Sherlock. " "Sherlock, listen, we need your help. " "Of course," Sherlock chuckles, "Where? " "My office. " "You say 'we'. " "Yes, NSY and I. " Sherlock laughs, "Is Lestrade there? " "Yes, they are.

" Sherlock laughs again, "How's that going? " "Are we doing this? " "Isn't this what brothers do? " "No, it's not. " "I'll be there in ten. " Mycroft and the other three begin going over evidence one more time. Mycroft coughs, "Yes, he was," he says quickly. "Wait, what? " "No. " The Seduction of Dr John Watson Chapter 21: Relief, a sherlock fanfic.

Sherlock was lying on top of John, on his bed. His dressing gown was open and the only thing underneath was a pair of very compromised silk boxers. "Oh, god, " John said, his hands wanting to be everywhere at once. But mostly, he wanted Sherlock's mouth. He tried to pull him down into a kiss. John stilled, feeling a stab of hurt. "I'm here," Sherlock soothed, reading John's face. He was being romantic. Sherlock's lips crooked up in a smile. John half sat up and whipped off his sweater and the t-shirt underneath in an instant. "Oh, God," he groaned. Sherlock pressed him firmly back down on the bed, an arm on either side of John's chest and his hands lightly touching John's chin. John held his breath. Their tongues teased, glided, gently sucked… those soft, hot lips… It was the most erotic kiss John had ever had in his life.

"Oh, god," he managed to gasp between slow, heady tugging of lips and tongue. Dear god, he'd never known it was even possible to feel like this. That sound.