The Science of Deduction

Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective

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OOC: Blog Overhaul

(( I'm not the biggest fan of the new season, but it has inspired me to come  back, as I'm sure it has for many others! So I want to get this blog back up and running, but there's absolutely no way to pick up on old posts. I just don't remember where they were going or any of that. So, basically, I'm going to do this:

Nothing on this blog will be deleted, but everything before this post is now considered AU and will not be referenced.

This is a clean start.

I will tag everything on this blog with 'archive' to avoid any confusion.

I've unfollowed a lot of people, but I would like to be friendly! I'm unsure of the level of dedication and time I want to put into this, so please don't feel like I'm ignoring anyone - I'm simply balancing this with many other things.

On a less relevant note, I might get my Richard Brook blog back up too. ))

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deducing-boredom replied to your post: Well, birthday boy, I wouldn’t have thought you would involve yourself in a such a trite condition.

Sebasitan’s texts imply that you’re attempting to enjoy the special date. Or is he simply superimposing his own desires onto you?

That would be an accurate assessment. 

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At least its only him, and you're not drowning in expectant stares resulting from a pile of impractical and predictable gifts. John has attempted to redeem the social construction of 'brithdays' for me - it didn't work. I could deliver hollow sentiments of 'luck' to Moran, but you and I both know that they would be neither accepted nor effective.

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Never having met John or Jim being 'on the side of the angels'?

I was fine before I'd met or known of either of them.

Though, I suppose having Moriarty 'on the side of the angels' minimizes the damage.

[warofwales-deactivated20130521]

[bisexual-cat-lady]

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two perfect people

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2, 7, 20, 22, 30

2: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

'Relationships' as commonly regarded by society are not a concept in which I engage. Monogamy implies loyalty, but 'open-ended' and the same sort of loyalty are not mutually exclusive. The latter simply requires more cerebral skill of the party engaging in such activities.

To put it bluntly, for readers who are not you, Moriarty: I prefer my potential partners monogamous, but to be open-ended myself

7:What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

20: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

22: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

If by flame you mean romantic interest, then no. One typically needs such an interest to exist in order to drop contact, let alone rekindle communication.

30:

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Might as well, right?

1: Picture of yourself

2: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

3: Have you ever been dumped?

4: What do you most like about making out?

5: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

6: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

7: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

8: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

9: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

10: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

11: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

12: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

13: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

14: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

15: Do you miss your last sweetie?

16: Last time you slow danced with someone?

17: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

18: How can I win your heart?

19: What is your astrological sign?

20: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

21: Do you cook?

22: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

23: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

24: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

25: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

26: Name four things that you wish you had:

27: Are you a player?

28: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

29: Are you a tease?

31: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

32: Anybody that you’d go on a date with?

33: Hugs or Kisses?

34: Are you too shy to ask someone out?

35: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

36: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

37: . If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

38: Do you flirt a lot?

39: Your last kiss?

40: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2011?

41: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

42: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

43: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

44: Does someone like you currently?

45: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

46: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

47: Ever made out with just a friend?

48: Are you happier single or in a relationship?

49: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

50: Moriarty, don't send me number 18.

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Can I help you?

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Unless you can tell me the average pH of  liquidized brick dust from upper Kensington, no, you cannot.

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Casual reminder that Sherlock canonically admitted he has a hard-on for Moriarty.

“Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”

“Both.”

[andrewscottfangirl]

CASUAL REMINDER THAT JIM FUCKING MORIARTY HAD THE NERVE and MOTIVATION TO LOOK FOR A BULGE IN SHERLOCK’S PANTS AND ASK HIM IF HE HAD A FUCKING BONER

A BONER FOR HIM

…and Sherlock said YES.

#meanwhile john watson is still not gay

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[moran-sm]

Prick.

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Jealous.

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Who’re you then?

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Replacement professor for the day. Your regularly-scheduled instructor has encountered something rather unfortunate in his 8:23 coffee; he'll be out through Tuesday.

[brynndestructible]

Casual reminder that Sherlock canonically admitted he has a hard-on for Moriarty.

“Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”

“Both.”

[andrewscottfangirl]

CASUAL REMINDER THAT JIM FUCKING MORIARTY HAD THE NERVE and MOTIVATION TO LOOK FOR A BULGE IN SHERLOCK’S PANTS AND ASK HIM IF HE HAD A FUCKING BONER

A BONER FOR HIM

…and Sherlock said YES.

#meanwhile john watson is still not gay

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☺

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You're a really great Sherlock. Would you be willing to rp with an oc?

ooc: I'm really happy that you think so! Really, he isn't a character that I feel completely comfortable with yet, so it means a lot to hear that! I am more than willing to play with an OC, to be honest. I tend to be very bad at following people back and greetings, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested, just busy and managing three other accounts! Come off anon and we can plot something! (I will give the small warning that the current sexylock stuff is m!a induced, and he's not usually so forward in that sort of thing.)

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Jim’s eyes slipped closed as Sherlock spoke, as his hand wandered, too lightly, too teasing, not nearly insistent enough for his tastes, but still he resisted reaching out to shatter this delicate balance they had between them. That wasn’t his place. It would feel too wrong, it would be too easy. Sherlock had to initiate with something more intimate than a hand on his neck, and he was drawing dangerously close as his hand trailed down, down, pulled at his shirt, rested on his hip.

Jim let his eyes flutter open, then, shattered the mental images Sherlock’s words had been providing him, watched him as his head tilted back and ached for it, ached for further touch, ached for Sherlock to just come back and hang them in the same balance as before, but it was all too clear that Sherlock was waiting for him to push it further, waiting for him to reciprocate contact, waiting for him to stop waiting.

It felt strange, reaching out and not stopping, not waiting for Sherlock to close the gap himself, but there they were. Nothing would progress until he did, and before he knew it, his fingers were sliding over Sherlock’s hip, fabric was smoothing under his fingers, and before he had a chance to stop himself, he pulled just insistently enough to send a thrill through himself at the very nature of it.

“Anything. Everything.”

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"...Everything." Sherlock's expression was blank, but his tone was a deep mix of excitement and condescension. He breathed the word slowly, sure to let his tongue linger on curled up lips. There was a twitch around his eyes before they narrowed in consideration. Of course the man wanted it all, but to want every possible contact so early in the game...my, he was desperate.

This would be the ultimate test to determine whether Sherlock shared in that affliction.

The detective's hadn't been able to suppress a twitch in his hips at Moriarty's belated touch, but otherwise the man was stock-still. Every muscle was poised to continue in any way. If everything was what the smaller man wanted, he would get it. He would regret the begging sentiment that poisoned his voice, that made Sherlock want to give up every ounce of control to the thick of the air around them and just take him.

The pause continued, grew heavy. The only exchange was their breathing, heavier than either would have liked to admit. It was without a deep gasp that Sherlock leaned forward, the man's body language consumed with fluid predatory thoughts, A cold hand slid quickly up the other man's torso to push him back until they both collided into a wall. It was like tugging against chains to keep himself from enveloping the other man, but he kept a shred of distance. Three and five-sixth's seconds. A bit over the estimation, but Sherlock had only one hand to ruin every button on the man. Pale skin was exposed to open air, and it was absolutely agonizing, but Sherlock's distance remained, hunched over with his head nearly resting in the crook of the man's neck. He could have turned, bitten down and sucked, traced a pattern along that collar bone with his tongue and oh the noises the man would make-

-but he hadn't lost control. It was an action made to look everything like the detective had given in, was going to ravish and overwhelm the consulting criminal, and only that. His hand had been desperate in its actions, never once completely disconnecting from Jim's body and shaking, wandering a path with the speed of a frantic search. Sherlock's grip on the man's neck tightened, pulled around to the front not to choke, but for his thumb to run circles around Moriarty's adam's apple. He jutted his knee forward, pushing the joint and his hips into the man's crotch. There was no room for the other to respond, nothing he could do to reassert control.

Sherlock's hand traveled up, fingers brushing the man's jawline before retreating downward, pressing harder with each centimeter of traveled flesh until just below the navel. After a deep and deliberate breath against the Irishman's neck, Sherlock's touches lightened, fingertips only brushing against the fabric of Jim's fly before retreating completely. Rescinding his hand was quickly followed by the fluid retreat of his body. He disconnected almost instantly, leaving not a single point of contact between them as he stepped back, eyes clearly eager to take in every indication of whatever state Jim had been left in.

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deducing-boredom replied to your post: Confess, and do try to limit yourself.

Consider this a challenge, then. Pick your favorite physical feature.

Your eyes. Hands down. 

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Is that so?

[professionallythewoman]

“Begging…” Was the word that tumbled from Irene’s lips once Sherlock had finished speaking, her thoughts dramatically halted by the unanticipated contact of her hips with his. Automatically, she attempted to remove them, but as she pushed back against him, his grip on her tightened and she was going nowhere. Her hands were now clutching the lapels of his suit jacket; as that was what she’d subconsciously grasped in order to push away from him. 

But within a few short seconds, the dominatrix was in control again. She stilled her hips completely, and got used to the presence of his on hers. They were both in the same boat here, as it were. By trying to get at her in this way, he was also putting himself at a disadvantage. She could work with that. But first, to consolidate the muttered word that hung in the air. “Mr Holmes, there is no way that you would have me begging.” There was a sharpness to her voice that indicated the emphasis of her point, but also how taken aback she was by his advance, and her discomfort at the lack of complete control she had of the situation. 

“I don’t beg for anyone.” A bold statement, which was true. But would it be true by the end of the night?

Of course… Of course it would.

“I think,” Her lithe, cool fingers travelled to the buttons of Sherlock’s suit, before opening it and pulling the sides apart. Her nails now scraped down his front, still covered by his shirt. “It is entirely more likely for you to be begging me for mercy. Twice.” A small flick to the centre of his chest made him flinch. Perfect. She had the upper hand.

She was even able to ignore the hips flat against hers now, focusing entirely on the detective and how she was going to break him. This way, she could keep her own body alienated and keep control.

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Irene's initial attempt to move away from Sherlock was mere reflex, that much was obvious from the short period of time it took for her to abandon the notion. Sherlock hadn't regarded the motion with anything more than a small flexing of the muscles in his hands. The flesh beneath them was nothing surprising - he'd felt women before, when necessary, but they weren't usually so...alive. Still, the different in warmth and blood circulation hardly accounted for how enthralled his mind wanted to become with the feel of the woman's body. For the briefest of moments, he felt a sting of regret for connecting their hips.

Obviously, he was at a disadvantage.

She knew that as well as he did, and it was her move to take advantage of the opening. He'd welcome any offensive she attempted. Hands on his lapels gave the man what should have been only a cold mental note, but instead felt like a parasite of heat running over his chest. Position and inexperience were leaving him rather vulnerable, weren't they?

Still, Irene's reply to the begging comment only elicited a half smirk from the detective, and a head tilt of doubt. He had no plan, no specific path to follow to make her beg, but he could see it. Vivid images playing in his head of a small, fragile body shaking, embarrassed, pride broken and enjoying it. 

The first feeling of stirring below the belt made Sherlock put a stop to that.

He needed to recompose, all analysis indicated he was not the most likely to end up the dominant party, but the chance was there, and he wouldn't let himself melt away into fancy and let it pass by. "Yes... but I'm not just anyone." Pride dripped from his reply, just as it had from Irene's.

Unbuttoning his suit was cause for a concerned darting of the eyes, but nothing more. One layer gone, they were simply even now, in that regard...but - and his involuntary twitch proved it - even wouldn't do. He shook his head, smirk remaining but faded. "You would love that, wouldn't you? Begging, pathetically seeking something from you...a role-reversal from the norm, then." His words were meant to bite, distract. One hand began to move, working it's way a bit further down, the man's whole form curling in on the woman as he bent, lips passing her face to breath slowly onto her ear. Fabric bunched in his palm as Sherlock pulled her dress up, revealing all leg and thigh and further, until the hem was buried in under his fingers. A low hum in the back of his throat escaped from only just parted lips. That was enough, for now - he didn't need to touch, only to expose, only to remind her that he was not at a disadvantage, even if it wasn't exactly true.