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Advent Calendar 2012 - December 14
This is day 14 of the Advent calendar filled with little ficlets, brought to you by
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days_of_storm and me. We will post in rotation, so you get a story by me one day and one from her the next day, right up until Christmas.Apart from the overall Christmasy theme we decided to take over from where the other left off in her chapter so that there will be one story in the end. Let's see how that works out.
A happy pre-Christmas season to all of you! :)
December 11 by the fabulous days_of_storm here
December 14
John smiled down on Sherlock’s back stretched out on the bed and decided that it was time that he assumed control again.
He put the condom on the bedside table, next to the book on the minds of serial killers and dried algae in a petri-dish, and moved onto the bed. He leaned over Sherlock and gently kissed his way from neck down to bum until Sherlock was squirming.
“John. Get to it.”
John laughed and with a practised move rolled Sherlock over onto his back. They looked at each other and John smiled when he saw the confusion in his lover’s eyes.
“Not yet. You wanted my mouth on you before I ruined the mood earlier.”
He licked his lips and Sherlock’s sucked in a harsh breath.
“You’re going to kill me.” He said calmly, as if stating a fact.
“It will only be a small death.”
John leaned down again and pressed his lips to Sherlock’s. For a few moments the kiss was tender and gentle, but then Sherlock shifted his body, opened his lips and sucked John’s tongue into his mouth. They kissed until John thought he might come just from this and moved away. He brought his face down to Sherlock’s groin and just breathed on the heated skin there.
Sherlock made a sound close to a whimper and John took pity and opened his mouth. Sherlock’s fingers were in his hair immediately and he felt them directing his head down. This time Sherlock actually whimpered.
John had barely time to built up a rhythm when the fingers in his hair started tugging and Sherlock almost sobbed, “Stop, John, just... God, stop.”
John stopped.
Sherlock glared at him. “Now, will you fuck me already?”
December 15
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AN: The poor boys. The tension is killing me!! :D
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Well that's not killing-the-mood at all.
*thinks about it*
Mind you, if I was about to, er, do things with Sherlock I wouldn't care what is on his bedside table. :D
Sherlock glared at him. “Now, will you fuck me already?”
I can't say the suspense is killing me. I'd be very surprised if John wouldn't, sooner or later. So I'm just going to stay here and to wait for the inevitable. Oh, the chore. :D
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Looking forward to finding out!
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