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Sherlock Special Countdown 6/7

Two minutes

After another glance at the clock, I get to my feet and head for the bedroom quickly. Surely Watson will sleep here tonight and I need to make sure everything is in place. I searched for our supplies and put them under my pillow, where I would be able to reach for them when the time comes.

Then, taking my time, I change into my bedclothes. I foil my waistcoat and pants properly, and puts them away, leaving a space for Watson’s clothes. I put I my dressing gown and go to the bathroom. It doesn't take long for me to wash my face and teeth, and when I climbs the stair to get Watson own bedclothes, my eyes catch sight of the clock again.

Only one  minute left.

I go to put Watson’s clothes on the bed and take out two glasses, as well as our bottle of scotch. I know he will like it, a quiet moment by the fire, just the both of us.

I barely have the time to sit down when I hear footsteps in the stairs. He must have been eager to come back and left Mrs. Hudson earlier than usual. I stand up again and go to wait by the door.

I want to kiss him.

Feel his warm lips, his hot breath and ticketing moustache. All of him feeling like home.

Only a few steps now and finally we will be alone.

He’s here.

To be continued…

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I will post a part of my Victorian Ficlet each day until the Special, enjoy!

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Sherlock Special Countdown 5

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Three minutes.

The clock must be broken. I am certain minutes aren't supposed to pass so slowly. It always take between height and seven minutes for Watson to take Mrs. Hudson back, alway had. I close my eyes again and concentrate on my breathing. I need to regain my posture before Watson comes back.

Silence is stretching around me again. The faint smell of potatoes and slightly burned meat is still lingering in the kitchen. Watson had frowned and apologized while serving us, and even despite Mrs. Hudson’s “I’m certain it will be delicious, dear”, it had taken the entire dinner for him to forget about it. The temptation to reassure him had tortured me once more. Really, the evening would have been much better if we have stayed just the two of us.

I sighed, the sound too loud in the quiet room. I smile. Watson would have hated this silence. It’s too formal, forced even. We happened to share a lot of quiet moments, but in our silences lies complicity, shared thoughts and words spoken otherwise. I long for these sort of silence. I cherish them while they last, and try to remember each and every one of them. Because in these moments, Watson’s attachment and love for me are louder than ever.

Soon. He will be there soon.

Three minutes.

To be continued…

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I will post a part of my Victorian Ficlet each day until the Special, enjoy!

@clueinglooks @snogbox1 @johnlockandwifi @ishaveforsherl

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Sherlock Special Countdown 4

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Four minutes.

I let go of the door handle and go to clean the last plates remaining on the table. Mrs. Hudson had begun to wash the dishes earlier but Watson had insisted she stopped. I have no doubt she will come back in the morning to finish it. We mustn't forget to lock the door tonight.

I stop at the thought.

My eyes are brought back to the door and an entirely different need fills me. It’s irrational, and Watson would probably roll his eyes and kiss my worries away with a smile if he was here. Yet, I can’t repress the shiver that run through my body as the weight of the reality come crashing down my shoulder. Here I stand, waiting for my lover, my male lover, to come back in the prospect of a forbidden embrace for the rest of the night. Oh, I am not concerned about my own thoughts and intentions, but despite the years Watson’s possible doubts are still haunting me. He is and ever will be a man of honor, with strong moral principle and caring about what the society thinks of him. How long until he finally realise that this, that what we are, is against all his believes? How long until he meet the perfect spouse and choose security and stability over a life of secrecy and stolen moments?

I put down the cup I am holding, ignoring my trembling hands and go back to my chair. I cross my leg, inhale deeply and look back at the door.

Watson will come back and stay. Here, with me, just as he told me countless times.

Four minutes.

To be continued…

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I will post a part of my Victorian Ficlet each day until the Special, enjoy!

@johnlockandwifi @snogbox1 @ishaveforsherl @clueinglooks

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Sherlock Special Countdown 3

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Five minutes

I glance at the front door, not a single sound coming from downstairs and let out a sigh. I know Watson is only being polite to Mrs. Hudson, not wanting to rush her, but the need to finally be alone with my dear friend is getting stronger and stronger. I desperately want him to come back, close our door and let the world disappear behind us. I can’t recall exactly the number of times I almost brushed Watson’s leg during dinner, slide my hand up his tight and lean to him only to seal our lips.

I’m more than aware that Watson must have plans for the rest of the night. It has been written all over his face, silent promise in his eyes and lingering touches. It had always been easier for him to conceal the true nature of our relationship when we aren’t alone. Watson knows how to keep the right distance between us, how to keep his voice neutral or how to look away when his stare begins to tell too much. I, on the contrary, fail to hide the extend of my affection for this ordinary and yet always surprising man.

The proof being that I have no idea what Watson is going to do the moment he comes back. Would he led us to our room, undressing both of us slowly? Has he planned to take his time, make this special night tender and loving? I must say I do love these moments. The first few months, all of our nights had consisted of long discovery of each other bodies. Watson’ hands caressing every new inches of my skin, his mouth warm and wanting afterwards. I had burned during these nights, the pleasure consuming me entirely, and at the same time the need for more growing and growing.

I stand up, the sudden warmth in my chest and abdomen getting too distracting. I walk to the door, my fingers already on the door handle but stop.

No, Watson must be checking that all windows are properly closed. He will be back soon.

Five minutes.

To be continued…

~ ~

I will post a part of my Victorian Ficlet each day until the Special, enjoy!

@clueinglooks @snogbox1 @johnlockandwifi @ishaveforsherl

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