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Proposition [Sherlock BBC]

I mention that I will upload things that are long enough for my computer? Is so good but I repeat: I will go back fics that I have out there roaming Malale xD And as is my darling (Luanda is left, the middle Nekoi xD) it goes beyond another.

Title: Proposition
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes / John Watson.
Dedicated: to o_nekoi_o for his birthday and Malale because it is a sun.
Notes: OoC This is more than a Mary Sue and that is saying. Read at your own risk. I think it was simply an attempt to do something about these two that came out xD frog and that can almost be considered a little PWP.

Proposition

John Watson did not consider stupid. I knew certain things that made this adjective could not applied to him. Then there was his experience in life that always served and did not think that was stupid. Of course, nobody could ever reach the level of intelligence of the great Sherlock Holmes. The comparison was just hateful, impossible.

why it was not her fault that, at least not entirely. After all, he could not realize Sherlock strategies that had been woven around her like an invisible web. A network or later earlier would fall like a fly.

lying if I said they never noticed anything. What happened was that I thought it was all her imagination, paranoia of his brain that was bored out of the battlefield. Yet the alarms of his mind, the final outcome caught him unawares as he almost falls back on the sofa in his room at Baker Street.

- "I've been seriously thinking about John, and I think we should go to bed." Had said the young detective consultant without taking your eyes off your laptop.

- "Excuse me?" He answered with a whisper unable conceive that proposition.

- "That, we should free our hormones in some way productive and since neither has any commitment to another person to serve us for that purpose, it should perform this activity with each other," ; not it? "He raised his eyes from the screen to see the reaction of his partner who seemed really about to give a bump.

John did not know what to say to that proposition. Holmes " and he lying to release hormones? It was as surreal as the riddles of Moriarty. However, he had to admit that he disliked the idea either. It would be amazing to see the stoic Sherlock Holmes uninhibited by lust and passion. And if it was their fault and lost his temper ... but what was I thinking?! Could not be true that he was seriously thinking of accepting his proposal. Sherlock

should seeing his indecision because suddenly rose from his seat and approached him with quiet gesture. An earthquake struck unconscious John who was sitting on the couch unable to articulate sound.

The young man approached him slowly measuring his every reaction to reach its height and sit on the coffee table was in the midst of the room. The doctor looked at him trying to see something more in her eyes, but unable to decrypt all what might be going through the mind of his friend.

Almost without warning, Sherlock raised his hand toward the face of John and approached him more than that dictated the rules of conduct. Again, a tremor shook the doctor, but this time was more contact and proximity than anything else. I could almost smell the sweet breath of the detective with every breath and that he was getting on my nerves.

Holmes took everything analytically, measuring each reaccióny speculating on the next when did this or that. Was partly an experiment, partly it was because I really needed to do that. Your irrational part, just non-existent and little present, had just act the scene and could not ignore it because it was very persistent.

They looked into his eyes for what seemed like hours. Watson began to feel really concerned with anything and did not know how to get out of this quagmire. It was the young man before him who eventually decided by all. Slowly, he approached it almost like giving you time to escape whatever happens next. John did not move. He did not feel able to. Not sure why, but the presence so close to Sherlock him so intoxicated that he could not escape. At least not easily.

When their lips finally joined, John closed his eyes tightly and drowned gasp. It felt almost as if some other lips had never kissed, as if that contact was scorching the first time I experienced sentíay. Never thought that could alter both light touch, but had happened. Something had shaken up the last cell of your body and could not understand at all.

The kiss was slow and studied, almost like a complete scan of your lips and mouth. And when he felt like the tongue of your partner floor seeped into her mouth, oh god , simply felt faint.

Suddenly, everything had ceased to be slow and each struggling for dominance of the kiss but none took it over. They could spend hours together, but there was something that prevented them from following. Indeed, the mind of Sherlock fríay calculator.

Just as John thought he would die by spontaneous combustion with tremendous shock sensations, just when I thought of everything and cede Sherlock gritaríaa him to do whatever he wanted with him, just then, the said detective turned away with violence from her lips, leaving him confused and upset.

John opened his eyes almost with fear, but not quite ready to surrender. He found Holmes's face close to hers but not like before. He was smiling. The fucking was very smug smile John himself and felt a terrible desire to kill him at that moment. More so when seconds later he opened his mouth to release this magnificent phrase.

- "See what I told you, John? Our sexual tension is such that just a kiss and left us mangled. Seriously, I think we should lie down and release all that tension. It's a bummer not being able to fully concentrate in one's work. "

was at that moment when the doctor felt the anger came over him. It felt almost like a toy in the hands of a spoiled child, but I could not deny that he liked quite feel that way.

did not know how to react to that situation, so he did all he dictated all its cells. He was not as analytical as Holmes and so use whatever your desires obey your reason.

And just as Sherlock pounced on and finished the two rolling on the floor, while Watson kissed her passionately, he was following his own desires. His reason had been overlooked in that chair for some time.