Fic for snarryfool: Parthenophilia
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holmesticeTitle: Parthenophilia
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snarryfool/(ancientreader on AO3)
Author:lyricaxxx
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Summary:
It’s Mycroft’s bloody fault, pure and simple, that John’s sitting on a sofa in bloody Buckingham Palace with bees buzzing in his bloodstream and a mind that’s turned as thick as marmalade.
It had sounded odd, even to John’s ears, the way Sherlock’s voice had lowered his gaze and sounded musing when he said, ‘Dominatrix’.
And Mycroft had pounced on it, smirking. ‘Don’t be alarmed. It’s to do with sex’.
Sherlock had drawn himself up even taller and retorted, ‘Sex doesn’t alarm me’.
Mycroft’s rejoinder had been quick and snide. ‘How would you know’?
And something bright and crystalline had exploded at the base of John’s brain. Arousal, hot and treacherous, had blossomed in his belly. And the desire, the need, to be the first to run hot, greedy hands all over Sherlock’s pale skin had erupted, unbidden and unexpected, pushing out all other thoughts.
Parthenophilia (on AO3)
Recipient:
snarryfool/(ancientreader on AO3)Author:
lyricaxxxCharacters/Pairings: Sherlock/John
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Summary:
It’s Mycroft’s bloody fault, pure and simple, that John’s sitting on a sofa in bloody Buckingham Palace with bees buzzing in his bloodstream and a mind that’s turned as thick as marmalade.
It had sounded odd, even to John’s ears, the way Sherlock’s voice had lowered his gaze and sounded musing when he said, ‘Dominatrix’.
And Mycroft had pounced on it, smirking. ‘Don’t be alarmed. It’s to do with sex’.
Sherlock had drawn himself up even taller and retorted, ‘Sex doesn’t alarm me’.
Mycroft’s rejoinder had been quick and snide. ‘How would you know’?
And something bright and crystalline had exploded at the base of John’s brain. Arousal, hot and treacherous, had blossomed in his belly. And the desire, the need, to be the first to run hot, greedy hands all over Sherlock’s pale skin had erupted, unbidden and unexpected, pushing out all other thoughts.
Parthenophilia (on AO3)
