John let his head fall back against the wall, the hand that was still wrapped around Sherlock’s, squeezing desperately. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He was everywhere all at once, coming apart under Sherlock’s mouth. He was thankful for the wall at his back because his legs were as soft as butter beneath him, trembling and weak. ♡
Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Sherlock’s downturned mouth ~ ♡
“… Do you dance? The Waltz, specifically.”
“I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t—”
Commissioned by a Mysterious Individual, who prefers to remain anonymous, for a wonderful writer Fiorinda Chancellor over at AO3 :)
Based on her story “Second Intention”, which you guys can all read here:
His hands slid up the thighs on either side of him, and Sherlock made another awful noise when John tugged his shirt out of his trousers and ran his lips over bare skin. ♡
Commissioned by mildredandbobbin as a surprise present for her friend Tsylvestris, to thank for her friendship, support and platinum level beta reading! :)
Based on her story “The Thing Is” , which you all can read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/499959/chapters/877019
"Get yourself nearly killed once more, Sherlock, and I swear I’ll finish the job with my own two hands…"
"You say such sweet things, John. I never knew you cared~"
Commission for Alipeeps ! :)