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whatofthewarts ([personal profile] whatofthewarts) wrote2012-07-01 11:48 pm

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Irene Adler had many homes, and many more hiding places, but months after her death Sherlock was certain he'd found at least half those in the country. She had her many stolen jewels tucked away all over the apartment, and it took him the better part of the afternoon to dig them all out of their hidey holes. When he had them in his pockets, he went searching for someone else entirely.

Although they had their obvious differences, given their different environments, Sherlock found it was remarkably easy to track himself down.

"Making headway, I presume?"
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-09 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It helped."

He feels calm enough, finally, to admit it.

"My work will improve."
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-09 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
His foot arches leg cramping a touch, trying to stretch.

"Where did you learn to fight? I can box perfectly competently-"
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Fascinating."

He whispers, easing as his leg does.

"Better. Thank you."
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"A very cold one."

Is how his tired mind explains it right now. That's all he can manage.
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't remember the last time I slept."

He confesses, dazed. Good time to be playing, obviously. Better time to lose his virginity.
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not an invalid."

Falling backwards, though.
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"It might be best if you left before then. This is humiliating."

Quiet.
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
He looks at him with outright ire.

No.
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"And what? Have violent intercourse with me?"

Eyes rolling.

"No one comes here."
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Does someone feel a little bit guilty?"

He makes a face at him.

"I may have been a virgin but I was hardly blushing."
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Then stay, if you want."

Caving in, quietly, when he doesn't bolt at the admission of his utter inexperience.
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[personal profile] lostwithoutmyblogger 2012-07-10 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
He rolls over onto his side. The position highlights the difference in their heights, the subtle weight of muscle Holmes has over Sherlock, the bony jut of Sherlock's shoulder above his. He smiles.

"When you visit my world, I'll let you hide in the back room for days with a chemistry textbook."

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