Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective

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Fashion Sense And Sex

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Jim’s hips lock into Sherlock’s with a sudden rush of adrenaline that fights it’s way up his spine. He indulges in it, bringing himself in close and letting his fingers smooth up the sides of Sherlock’s neck until both his thumbs are pressing just above his adams apple. It’s the type of trust that holds nothing to imagination, the kind where everything he could possibly do is still liable to happen, and he feeds off the endlessness of that like a drug. 

“Oh Mr. Holmes,” Jim purrs, tucking the detectives name into the comfort of his accent as he smirks. “You know, lust looks good on you,” he teases, eyes shadowed between them as he draws his face in and fully kisses the detective on the mouth. It’s nothing painful, but the weight of their lips together is heavy and full of too much possibility to be anything but thrilling.

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A slow but audible gasp escapes him as Jim thumbs rest on his neck in such a dangerously suggestive manner. The feeling that arose in him at the touch wasn't worth trying to label. It was nearly akin to the high he felt from the cocaine needle but nothing so cliche as to say it was an addiction to the adrenaline or the consulting criminal himself. He could only compare it to the thrill of solving a case with the calm quiet of a haze of cigarette smoke but even that left him lost.

But the way his voice lingered in his ear & that smirk & those deep eyes burned in his mind was both transcendental & exquisite. He returned the teasing expression, grinding his hips against the other again as their lips met. As they broke apart his hands slid up Jim's hips to his shoulders.

"Does it?" he asked disinterestedly in answer to the comment. Then his sharp eyes met Jim's. "That suit looks good on you but I'd prefer it on the floor," he replied finally, tracing his fingertips along Jim's shoulders just slightly.

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Fashion Sense And Sex

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The gentle pull of teeth around his ear had him hissing in air through his teeth like a filter. “Now you’re just teasing~" Jim croons, his hands sliding up the length of Sherlock’s arms until their curled around his lapels, and using it like an anchor he arches his chest against the detectives."Rather hands on, aren’t you Mr. Holmes?" he breathes.

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He gasps in partly surprise & arousal as Jim pulls him closer, fighting against a moan escaping him as well; he doesn't want to give away the upper hand so quickly after all. A breath of a chuckle escapes him. "I like to play to my strengths," he growls softly. But Jim's gaze is captivating in a way that he won't quite admit, even to himself.

Subtly his hands trail down Jim's sides to tentatively rest on the man's hips, where his fingers begin to trace along the fabric there. He spends a few moments pulling gently at his shirt until his hands find warm skin that seems almost uncharacteristic for the criminal. But he enjoys the feeling for a moment almost tenderly before dragging his gaze back up to meet Jim's. With a hint of a smirk he grips his hips tightly & grinds his own against him, pressing his erection firmly against him.

"What were you saying about 'hands on'?" he mocks in a self-satisfied way.

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mollythepathologist started following you

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She never could tell if he was joking or not, but either way it was hilarious and Molly couldn’t help, but laugh when she looked down at the couple he spoke of. His wife looked positively put out and her husband seemed to equally upset. It was a pity, but she could see why it would have been a bad idea to bring the small animal to a performance. 

Turning back to him, that amused grin still marking her face she leaned forward and pointed to the man three rows ahead of them. She’d seen upfront. He was an odd looking thing. A big rugged and dangerous looking as well as have an awful fondness for bowler hats. “What about him? Anything interesting Mr. Detective.” 

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Sherlock studied the man for a few moments then smirked lightly. "Oh nothing much," he commented casually. "Except that he's lived in a Romani camp for the last several years & makes his living hustling pool & playing banjo in a local folk band." He looked over at her expectantly for her reaction. It was a simple enough deduction but Molly never failed to be impressed in a way that made the effort worth it.

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When the Day Met the Night | Will & Sherlock

The argument was a short one.Earlier that morning Mycroft had called upon the services of his younger brother, as had been requested by the FBI. After they had discussed the case at hand & bargained upon Sherlock's terms, he found himself on a plane to Baltimore.

Yet the arrangement was not as cut & dry as Mycroft had made it out to be. When he arrived upon the crime scene he was stopped by a man named Jack who informed him brusquely that they already had a consultant on the case. A heated altercation ensued during which Sherlock assured his credentials in a scathing manner that involved the DI's morning habits & finally the Detective Inspector gave up in a sigh of exasperation, claiming they could use all the help they could get. With a smirk & a murmur of agreement Sherlock slipped under the police tape & began searching the area.

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OOC: Slight Hiatus

**probably should have made a post about this earlier but I thought I would let you all know that this blog is on a slight hiatus for three reasons.

the first is that I'm trying to take a bit of a break from tumblr in general for a few days.

the second being that I've had some issues in the form of anxiety lately that have prevented me from doing much in the way of writing at all.

and the third is that Dean Winchester is my newest muse & he's not only been very strong lately but he & Sherlock are extremely conflicting & it's near impossible to write for both of them at the same time recently. so until either Sherlock decides he wants to work again or my Dean muse subsides a bit this blog likely won't be seeing a whole lot of action. 

also I'd like to say I'm really sorry about that, honestly I love my rps on here & I do enjoy writing them quite a lot I just simply cannot do them at the moment. but that doesn't mean I won't be back as soon as I can, so please just be patient for me, it should only be a couple weeks at most & if any of you want to rp on some of my other blogs just let me know.

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you can deduce the fuck out of me any day

let us both hope that I never have occasion to.

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Fashion Sense And Sex

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“Ooooh, so mysterious,” Jim hums, a giddy bounce in his voice following his steps as he moves to stand fully before the other. And in a single move forward he’s straddling Sherlock’s hips, either hand coming up to cup the sides of his face with a silent promise for misbehavior. “Always the puzzles and the mind games… Always wanting to be clever,” Jim mumbled off, his eyes locking onto those deeply bowed lips with a haunting steadiness. “It’s all adorable, really.”

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Sherlock rolled his eyes & was on the verge of replying when he gave a slight start with Jim climbing on top of him. A small intake of breath was the only other sign of surprise he showed before a smirk crept across his face. "Ah, but there's so much to be done with it, you would know, it's part of your work as well," he leaned forward slightly, not able to move much more. "The right word, the proper gesture, the mind is made up of chemicals & when combined correctly can create a volatile concoction," he replied before biting the criminal's ear lightly.

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He shifted then as someone entered, looking to him and then back to Sherlock for a short moment before being addressed. Even then he paused for the moment, his fingers curling around the binding of the book on his lap before setting it off on the coffee table. “I have come first for a few minor facts, and possibly advice, both of which have been scarcely given so far. Though I should hold hope for the future, I suppose,” he said, rather bluntly, his fingers coming up to run through his hair and loosen it some from his scalp to allow it to fall back against his forehead.

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Lestrade crossed his arms & laughed at the strange man's remark. "I think I know the feeling," he said, to which Sherlock replied with a scowl.

"So what is it you've got for me Lestrade, you said it was something interesting," Sherlock asked sharply, with an air of impatience.

"Oh, right, yeah. You're gonna like this one I think, we can't make head or tails of it," Lestrade rambled before handing him a file & sitting down.

Sherlock flipped eagerly through a series of pictures depicting different angles of a bloody crime scene. As it seemed, the victim's body had been drained of its blood before both were used to paint a gory picture.

"Whoever did it is a sick bastard, that's for sure," Lestrade commented vaguely as the file was being handed back to him. "We just can't seem to find a reason," Lestrade shook his head. "That's the first one we found, doesn't seem to have any connection with the second, & now there's this last one--" he held up another folder.

Sherlock held up a hand to cut him off before taking the other folder & flipping through it as well. "You see the connection in the crimes themselves don't you?" he asked in exasperation.

"Well they're all meant to look like paintings I suppose," Lestrade answered uncertainly.

Sherlock sighed. "These two are meant to look like Van Gogh paintings & I'm willing to bet the last does as well."

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Sherlock smirked. “Well then, where shall we begin?” he asked smugly, crossing his legs.

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Jim puckered his lips playfully, stopping his slow pacing around the others chair just as he reached his side. And in one move forward he had himself bent painfully close to his ear, the softness of his breathe rolling over his accent as he spoke against Sherlock’s skin. “Eager, are we?” He croons, his smile burning against the sharp cut of the others face.

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He let the words wash over him for a moment, not moving a muscle as Jim leaned in closer to him. Instead he savored the steady flow of adrenaline that was the norm in the presence of the consulting criminal. Finally he made the subtlest of movements forward, little more than a slight twitch of muscles. "You tell me," Sherlock replied in a low whisper, a smirk implied in his tone.

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He perked his eyes open at the comment, then glanced down at his bundle of mushrooms before shrugging lazily and pushing himself forward, his steps quickening to keep up with Sherlock’s. “Oi, no’ if you know your way round. And you happen to have run into an expert,” Pippin complimented himself, puffing his chin out slightly as they went. 

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Sherlock looked unimpressed with the hobbit's conjecture. "Is that so?" he replied with a light smirk. "How fortunate." Yet in spite of his sarcasm he was at least thankful to have some sort of guide, rather than wandering aimlessly through the woods, even though he imagined finding his way couldn't be as difficult as the hobbit claimed.

"So what's so exciting about this bit of woods then?" he inquired after a moment.

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The Adventure of the Speckled Hound

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“Jenks, is the scum of the earth, and the only person I would ever go out of my way to kill.” Anderson replied, “He’s everything I could possibly hate bodied, and he will die.’ Anderson looked at his phone as it beeped, before putting it away, and pushing his glasses up his nose, before tucking his hand away because he actually wasn’t wearing glasses. 

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"A positively moving soliloquy Anderson. I'll take it as a future confession," he replied, unperturbed but the sudden outburst. "However, if we could just get to the murder at hand.." He stopped abruptly as he spotted something glittering in the grass nearby. With a few quick steps he walked over & snatched the item up, though not before examining its exact position in the grass. It was a simple brass dog whistle.

"Now you say you haven't noticed anyone here aside from the Police?" he didn't wait for an answer before holding up the object up for Anderson to see. "Do you happen to know what this is?" he asked, hardly able to keep the excitement out of his voice.

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mollythepathologist started following you

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Molly was astounded, it had been so long since she’d been able to just enjoy something and when he asked her if she was having fun she had a hard time replying. She couldn’t really find the words to describe how amazing the entire night was.  

“It’s lovely” she beamed. 

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He offered a relaxed smile in answer before returning his gaze to the stage. They remained in comfortable silence for the majority of the performance, aside from the laughter & occasional, rather loudly whispered comments. Sherlock even took to muttering deductions about various cast & audience members that happened to be particularly absurd.

"See the man three seats to your left?" he asked at one point, nudging her gently. "He's been in a row with his wife about bringing his pet guinea pig to celebrate its birthday." His voice held no tone of joking as he waited for her response. 

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The Detective in the Funny Hat | Sherlock & Irene

For the past week it seemed to Sherlock as though the days were melding together into one big indiscernible mess of boredom & lethargy. After 8 days of such inactivity he decided he had to get out of the flat, if only to categorize types of mud & dirt around London, though his list was already extensive & mostly complete to his knowledge. Yet as he was tying his scarf & preparing to leave Mrs. Hudson burst in announcing in an excited & roundabout way that there was a client at the door. He nonchalantly asked her to show them in & then perched in a moderately professional manner in his usual chair, waiting patiently for a potential & more than welcome, end to his boredom.

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Sherlock smirked. "Well then, where shall we begin?" he asked smugly, crossing his legs.

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A Trip Down the Rabbit Hole | Sherlock & Jim

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The streets of London dull around Jim as he sways down the sidewalk, looking over the people around him and gazing at the world as though its true reality was a piece of wallpaper covering up something else. And as he turns up into a building of flats so dull and plain the sag in his shoulders edge him into a calm sort of impressive against it all, his humming echoing against the boring decor that follows them up the flight of stairs. 

“Home sweet home,” he flourishes, just as they make it over the threshold, his  mantra an echo of the finely furnished complex gleaming back at him like a reprieve to the humdrum of the entire building. And his smile, so simple and complacent, shallows the air dangerously. 

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Though his gaze seems to remain firmly on Jim as they walk, he can't help take in all that's around him simultaneously. The snatches of conversation, the smells, & even brief glances of the people about them, he notices it all & yet it pales in comparison to the interest the consulting criminal walking ahead of him holds.

Once they reach Jim's flat Sherlock glances around in appreciation & in interest not for the decor but for the obvious signs of living despite the flat's pristine appearance. A person's living space after all could say so much about them. It was often like looking into a person's head.

He turns to see Jim smiling in a way that intrigues him in a manner that he can't quite place. He offers a small smirk in return before removing his coat & hanging it up as casually as though he'd been there a thousand times.

"Rather cozy for you isn't it?" he comments vaguely as he turns to him.

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A Trip Down the Rabbit Hole | Sherlock & Jim

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The air grows colder with the breeze as he sways between their closeness and gentle laughter leaves him between still-grinning lips. “Intimate yes, of course,” Jim coos, and his shoulders seem to shiver with giddy excitement at the sudden comment.  ”In a hurry are we, dear? Though it has been three years,” he mutters, Thin fingers coming up to run over his upper lip, and with a deliberate slowness his eyes roll over the length of his favorite genius.

“Suppose we should toddle off,” he notes with a slow puckering of his lips, and without warning he turns on his heels and flicks his wrist in a silent gesture to be followed. “Off we go love, daddy hasn’t got all day~”

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Sherlock still maintains the calm smile, though his eyes betray him with a silent excitement, an electricity that spread through him as he carefully watched the criminal. He studied the other's fingers as he brought them up to his mouth, not having gotten a proper look at them until now.

"Lead the way," he muttered, though Jim had already started walking. He stuck his hands in his coat pockets, quite content to follow him. Normally it was true that he would have preferred meeting with him somewhere that he had more control over the situation, but it wasn't every day that London's greatest criminal mind rose from the grave.

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She could feel his eyes on her, a fact that hardly seemed to bother her. It was annoying, to feel his eyes boring into her back, but with a small shrug Raguel continued to work, the whirring of the machines and the sensitivity of the chemicals in her hands, demanded no less of her.

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He knew at this point she was probably more than aware of him watching her, but being still in the midst of attempting to work out what was off about her he didn't relinquish his gaze just yet. However, when a few more minutes passed & he seemed no closer to any kind of a result he instead leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin, eyes half closed, signifying deep thought. The case at hand, he remembered, was naturally more important than any small change in Molly's person.