Last Beat of My Heart
I absolutely love this rp! It’s based solely around cardiophilia and the person I rped with is fantastic. Thank you stranger! I truly enjoyed myself!
Stranger: You really must stop leaving your experiments everywhere. Especially the body parts. JW
You: They're here for a reason. Don't touch them. SH You'll ruin the experiment. SH
Stranger: I don't even know what you're testing. The smell is horrid. JW What even is that, a heart? JW
You: Yes. It is. SH
You: Don't touch it. SH
Stranger: I didn't say I was going to. JW Just... clean it up when you get home. It's bothering me. JW
You: When the experiment is done, then I will. SH [Delayed] Am I able to borrow your medical kit? Just temporarily for this experiment. SH
Stranger: Fine. JW You'd better not break anything. Especially the stethoscope. It's all very expensive. JW They're not toys, either. JW
You: I won't break anything, John. Don't be ridiculous. SH
Stranger: Just warning you. You have a tendency to break things for science. My laptop, for instance. JW
You: And I bought you a new one. SH
Stranger: Still, you did break the old one. Just put everything back when you're done. JW
You: Fine. I will. SH Will you bring the kit down? I'm just in my bedroom. SH
Stranger: Fine. Be there in a moment. JW
You: Thank you. SH
Stranger: Mm. Of course. JW
You: Setting his phone to the side, Sherlock released a shaky breath and dragged his fingers through his hair. He had to leave part way through the experiment when the heart made its appearance. It was fine-he was fine-but he hadn't expected his thoughts to travel. Now he was hiding in his bedroom, waiting until John was gone so he could continue. He'd be fine as soon as the blond went back upstairs and left the medical with him. Ensuring that his appearance was appropriate and that /nothing/ would give himself away, the detective opened the door to the bedroom and walked back towards the table hosting his experiment, his pulse pounding away in his ears and at his neck. If only he could focus on his body being solely transport.
Stranger: After finding the experiment on the table he'd gone to his room, thinking. What he'd said was true. The heart bothered him. But not in the usual way, when he came home to find the state in disarray because of yet another bloody experiment. This was a different reason entirely. He was a doctor, he had no reason to get as excited as he did when he opened the kit and made sure the familiar stethoscope was tucked away. He shook his head and headed downstairs, determined not to look at the bloody thing on the table. "Here you are." He handed over the kit. "I want everything back in there when you're done." He said again. It seemed reminders were the only thing he could focus on at the moment.
You: As John approached, Sherlock looked firmly at the table, not daring to meet the man's gaze. He gave a clipped nod and accepted the bag, his heart beginning to pound harder. John had mentioned that there was a stethoscope and with the way his heart was going, he could easily listen to it... Could hear it thundering within his ears. The brunet released a shaky exhale and gripped the edge of the table with one shaky hand, his skin becoming flushed. He needed to calm down. He was getting far too excited. Opening the bag slowly, the male removed the stethoscope with trembling hands and cleared his throat. "Yes, well... It will all be returned once it over. Was that all you needed? Good." He began, nearly rushing through the words in hope that the man would leave.
Stranger: Sherlock seemed... distracted, somewhat. It might have been more obvious if John wasn't so focused on his kit. He watched Sherlock open it, and take out the stethoscope. Of course, the one thing that could excite him. And it was somewhat appealing to see Sherlock holding it. His fingers were so good with the violin, it seemed he could handle anything expertly. John swallowed hard, sure his pulse was visible in his neck. Oh, why did he think of that? He found himself staring at Sherlock's neck. Sure enough, the could see the pulse fluttering faintly at the base. A bit too fast, actually. Then he noticed Sherlock's word choice. "Um, you're the one who needed it... you okay, Sherlock?"
You: He'd made a mistake. Stilling in place, the male released another quaking breath and thought about his next choice in words. He couldn't give himself away any further. His arousal was making itself known and he simply couldn't let the other man know. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine, John. Why wouldn't I be?" He inquired, grip tightening on the stethoscope minutely as he finally lifted his head to face the doctor. He didn't lock his gaze for long, attempting to look busy as he, reluctantly, set the stethoscope to the side and picked another object up. Anything to get his mind and focus on something /other/ than the erratic beat of his heart and his desire to listen to it. If John would just /leave/ then everything would be fine! "Are you going to continue staring at me, John?"
Stranger: "Um, you're actually a bit red." John found himself stating the obvious. That surely wasn't helping the brunet's almost irritated state. But he couldn't help but notice the slight flush in his normally pale cheeks, caused by the acceleration of his hart and a rush of blood to his face... oh, bloody hell. John felt himself redden slightly at just the thought. Even more so when they met eyes. He looked away at whatever Sherlock picked up next- and of course it had to be a blood pressure cuff! Realising he'd been asked a question, he looked up again. "Erm, no. I'm just curious. Why do you need the kit, exactly?"
You: John's presence was only making everything worse. The sight of the cuff, and then the stethoscope sitting innocently to the side, was all a promise of what was to come-/if John left/. The way the doctor spoke, his questions and his intense gaze, it was making it harder for the detective to function. He was getting worked up and that served to push his arousal further. /Why/ couldn't the man simply leave? Looking away in an attempt to compose himself, Sherlock ignored the warmth radiating from his face and started his answer. "You have certain items in here that I wished to see and go through-for the experiment." He began, lifting his head to gaze at the closest wall, avoiding the man's gaze. "Are you going to continue asking questions, or are you going to sit down and have your tea?" He tried, his last effort to get the man to turn away. He even attempted to appear intimidating, forcing himself to look at the man. Something that was obviously a mistake as he could see John's erratic pulse and knew that it was matching his own.
Stranger: Tea was the last thing on John's mind at the moment, and certain things on the table were making it hard to formulate any real or logical questions. "But- but what /kind/ of experiment?" He demanded. What kind of experiments required such frustrating tools? John didn't know why he felt so aroused or hot in the face, only that the instruments looked appealing in a very non-professional way and that Sherlock certainly felt the same way. Sherlock's gaze, while intimidating, didn't do much to deter him. Mainly the intensity of it just sent his pulse into an erratic rhythm in his chest. He didn't quite want to leave despite how tense they both seemed. Some part of him wanted to stay and watch, so he'd know /exactly/ what Sherlock was up to.
You: This simply wouldn't do. Sherlock shifted on his feet and released a frustrated breath that was on the verge of becoming a moan. John's presence, while annoying, truly was making it worse. How many times had he thought of going to a 'check up' with the blond and having the man listen to his heart? To using the stethoscope and hearing the way it thundered? There were other such tools he found himself interested in, ideas and fantasies the proved to rouse him, but nothing more than this. Nothing more than hearing his heart or another's, of hearing someone listen to his. He could only imagine what his would sound like now, and he simply /had/ to know. Picking the stethoscope up, the brunet ignored the shiver that rolled down his spine in anticipation and set trembling fingers to work to begin listening to his heart. "I was going to dissect the heart and wished to see how... /If/ my vitals change throughout the experiment. Does that answer suffice?" He inquired, his voice dropping just slightly to take on a huskier tone.
Stranger: John leaned against the closest counter, his hands on either side of him casually, but really his fingernails were digging into its edge as he tried to keep himself under control. It didn't much work. Upon hearing what Sherlock had in mind, John definitely didn't want to leave. "I suppose that- make sense." His voice nearly came out as a squeak to his ears after hearing the brunet's so low. What he wouldn't give to hear his heart... not to say John hadn't checked his pulse or vitals at a critical moment, quickly, but being able to appreciate the sound properly and for as long as he wanted... the fantasies came back to his mind and he bit his lip. "It's just that. Well. Most people's vitals don't change when dissecting something. It's not like it's a very strenuous activity." Then Sherlock actually picked up the stethoscope again with a purpose. The fact he was starting to go ahead even though he was there almost guaranteed John would stay.
You: He had hoped John would leave, yet the blond seemed to watch his every move and Sherlock knew the man would find out. Whether it be after he listened or before, well, the man would know as soon as his erection became more persistent. Clearing his throat, he lifted the stethoscope to his ears and thought of a way to get around his arousal. What if John listened instead? He'd still become aroused, but he could both achieve a fantasy and keep his composure. He wouldn't be the one listening to the beat, however... Well, there was that /other/ aspect. The more medical side he also enjoyed. It seemed that there simply wasn't any other way to get around it. "If you insist on staying, you might as well help." He started, taking the stethoscope and passing it off towards the blond. "While I dissect, you can listen to my heart beat. Fair?" Sherlock suggested, more than proud by how level he could keep his tone, and for the fact that his arousal wasn't any more obvious.
Stranger: John couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he found himself coming eagerly to Sherlock's side after taking the stethoscope. "Fair enough for me." Was this some sort of dream? Awkward and arousing, yes, but nothing more than he wanted. It was more than obvious Sherlock's heart was beating faster than normal for some reason. And he didn't know for how long the detective planned to perform the dissection... there was that fantasy, check. Even the anticipation was making him aroused. He hoped Sherlock didn't notice- who was he kidding, Sherlock noticed everything. He hoped Sherlock didn't notice /yet/. Yes, that was it. Usually so precise, John fumbled with the instrument, putting the ends in his ears. He hesitated just a moment, composing his expression. He might have been Doctor Watson on the outside but within he was unbelievably excited as he guided the disk just above Sherlock's heart, the thundering just a bit muffled by his rather seductive purple shirt.
You: Sherlock released a shaky breath as the man set the stethoscope over his skin. He remained there for several moments, the time ticking by until two minutes had flown away. He'd forgotten what he was doing, truthfully, his gaze focused solely on the man as he held the disk against him. He could feel the minor chill of it through the shirt and wished nothing more than to remove it. Well, given he was already experiencing part of his fantasy, why not go another step? "I want to ensure the results are as accurate as possible." Sherlock explained as he began to unbutton his shirt with his trembling fingertips. He slipped the fabric from his skin and allowed it to fall to the floor by their feet. "There. Now we'll have the most accurate data." He commented, stepping faintly closer to the doctor just as his heart beat hitched to something marginally faster. He was playing a dangerous game, but it no longer mattered. Truthfully, he hadn't actually planned to do anything with the heart. He'd asked Molly for /toes/ and she'd send it as a small surprise. There had never been a plan in regards to it.
Stranger: John would have been more satisfied had there been no fabric in the way, but he supposed you couldn't win all the battles. But then, as their gazes held and time went by (John couldn't have said how long, but he could have told you exactly how many times Sherlock's heart had beat in that period) Sherlock seemed to read his mind and took off the shirt. He removed the disc so he could slip it off- and how empty everything sounded without the beat- but soon enough it was back and better than before, if possible. He placed the disc back on his chest. With it bare John could find his favourite point, the apex, where it was loudest. He settled it there for the time being and let the pounding envelope him.
You: Now that they were both settled in and the 'experiment' was running into play, Sherlock found it immensely hard to focus on anything other than the man's hand against his chest. The disk had warmed up by now, but the brunet couldn't suppress the occasional tremble that rolled through him. His core was a churning molten mess and his pulse continued to flutter and thunder beneath he pale ivory skin. His fantasy was playing out before his very eyes and he was incredibly hard with the possibilities of what could happen now. Except, well, John couldn't possibly be interested, could he...? The brunet lifted his gaze to stare intently at the blond's face and released a soft breath at what he found there. "John...?" He started, hesitating just slightly before stepping forward.
stranger had to go...
