Hello Sexy Sherlock

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May 02, 2012

me and Comiket
Draw a lot of Catlock and others XDD
2012.4.29
在这里偷偷得瑟po下~\(≧▽≦)/~(照片来自读者&编辑们)
光谷活动顺利结束了，接下来可以安心日稿HIGH缺苏潮爷了~=-=…

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May 02, 2012

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Sometimes they make love in the dark.

In nearly every room of 221B streetlight washes pale through sheer curtains, but the upstairs bedroom faces away from Baker and in that room remain the heavy drapes left behind two tenants ago.

So sometimes, just sometimes, they go to that rare-used room and they draw those dusty old drapes against the night. The room falls quickly quiet and so very dark.

“Here,” Sherlock whispers, reaching for a hand he can’t see. After a moment short fingers dance across the back of his wrist—the other one—and he jumps.

Surprise.

John thinks that’s why they do this: When Sherlock can’t see, his reactions, his brain, hell, his damn breathing—they slow down. And the great consulting detective becomes for a little while merely—mercifully—mortal.

And isn’t that a relief?

Sometimes.

In that dark John always grows silent, keen to heighten the suspense, keep his lover guessing. He’s rewarded with quickly indrawn breaths, murmurs of surprise, tiny twitches of startlement.

Most times they’ll take their time, leisurely rediscovering the breadth of each other’s shoulders, the length of leg. They’ll run fingertips soft along collarbones or over spine, and while they do they’ll listen close for small sighs, breathy groans.

What they won’t do at first is touch one another…there. It’s the unspoken rule, the only one.

At first lasts a long time. Until it doesn’t.

“Here,” Sherlock eventually whispers, reaching for fingers dancing along his ribs or his jaw. He places John’s hand between his legs and John grins at the erection there. Damned if it isn’t something like a surprise, a gift, every time.

As he tugs Sherlock’s pants down John usually starts talking again. “Here,” he’ll murmur against his sweetheart’s mouth. “Right here, always here.”

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