#sherlockholmeslivesagain

[daemonaraneae]

claimed

1. A Passionate Kiss

Jim watched as Sherlock worked away, focused on documenting one of his many experiments on the blog he upkept despite its low viewer count. He'd been interested by the experiment itself, a study of how long it took fingers to decompose in various humidity levels.

             But now he was just bored. 

Finally tired of waiting, Jim rose from where he was lounging on the couch, walking over to resettle himself across the detective's lap instead. Just as the other man began to protest, Jim pressed his mouth to Sherlock's, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss and slipping his tongue past to trace the insides of Sherlock's teeth.

[marvelousmadamepheonix]

✘

[text: Sherlock] I don't think you should come see me anymore. -Fangs

[consultingsex-blog]

☀

Send me a ☀ for my muse’s reaction to being trapped in your own muse’s body.

"You know Sherly, when I said I wanted to be in you, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. It’ll do, I guess."

[its--greg]

+sherlockholmeslivesagain

  "Bugger, Sherlock it's the middle of the bloody night, what could you possibly want?"

[justrainy]

Well then...

Looks like I have to go for the night....

Like this if I owe...

I know so far I owe

woulddoanythingforscotch, itsthebiebers, sherlockholmeslivesagain...

[archangel-dimmock]

{Underwear meme} Sherlock picked the lock to Ry's flat since it was the DI's day off. He looked around until he found him and pulled the underwear from his pocket, "I John told me I needed to return these. Be case It's impolite 'steal a man pants' as he put it." He held them out to him, "Sorry."

You've got my character's underwear. How do you return it to them?

Ry had just closed and locked the room where he keeps his weapons and nearly jumped in surprise when Sherlock suddenly appeared. He was about to admonish the man when the consulting detective handed him his underpants. He looked at the garment, then at Sherlock and then back at the pants and immediately snatched it out of the male's hands.

"What in bloody hell were you thinking when you took them?" the archangel demanded, his tone rising a pitch as he stuffed the underpants in his pocket.

[thequartermasterholmes]

Seeking Peace ( sherlockholmeslivesagain)

Quillan Holmes, more commonly known as Q to everyone except immediate family, walked quickly through the streets, trying to ignore the building pain in his head that signalled one of his migraines. He'd been having them since he was a teenager, albeit he hadn't had one in a few years, but he supposed the stress of working at MI6 and being Quartermaster had finally caught up with him. He had bought a bottle of water to take some painkillers, but those hadn't really done much good, so now he was seeking out somewhere he could have some peace, away from Mycroft's watchful gaze. The only place that came to mind was 221B Baker Street. Perhaps not peaceful; it all depended on what mood his brother was in, but at least there, he might be able to get away from Mycroft for a short space of time, and if he was lucky, rest. Sherlock was familiar with the migraines Q suffered, or at least he had been, the youngest Holmes thought as he knocked at the door.

[thequartermasterholmes]

I've hit ask limit already

Bugger. If you're currently messaging me about plots, can you fanmail me or something, because this is annoying