I was going to write willietheplaidjacket a nice little fluffy smutty christmas fic, but, well, it turned into this. I’m blaming John Watson:
Christmas Leaves its Mark – In which John and Sherlock have their first time in front of the fireplace on Christmas evening. And Sherlock discovers John is a biter.
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John sat in front of the fire, watching it burn. He absently poured himself another glass of whiskey and sighed. Of course he couldn’t have a normal Christmas. Of course Harry drank too damn much and there had been a huge argument and he’d walked out.
Looking at the glass, he knew he wasn’t much better than Harry sometimes. Dad’s marvelous legacy. At least he didn’t get drunk all that often. Right now he was enjoying a delicious buzz and the quiet of the flat. He couldn’t imagine Sherlock’s Christmas was going any better than his own.
The door opened and he looked up, surprised. Sherlock tugged off his scarf and coat and took four steps into the dark flat before seeing the figure in the chair. “Problems at home, John?”
John set down his glass hard enough to rattle. “It’s Christmas, Sherlock. This is home.”
Something changed in Sherlock’s eyes. Maybe it had been too many months of dancing around the subject. Maybe it was just a little too much to drink. Or the way the firelight lit his flatmate’s face. All John Watson knew is that he was suddenly on his feet and dragging Sherlock into a kiss, pushing his tongue past lips barely resisting, the detective’s hands landing on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
There was the muffled sound of his name, but John wouldn’t let him up for air quite yet, all but dragging him towards the fire, knocking over the glass of whiskey as he pushed Sherlock to the floor, straddling the taller man’s hips. No matter what words came out of his mouth next, John could already feel his erection.
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Third chapter of The Value of an Omega is up. This is them at the club. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 of my casefic is up.
Not sure how often I’ll be updating. i’m not very good at operating on a schedule, but i’ll probably be posting pretty quick as i’m a fast writer.
I decided to start a new longer fic. Omegaverse.
“We have a serial killer, targeting unbonded male omegas near heat, and you went off your suppressants.”
“Yes.”
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Sherlock Holmes wasn’t like any other omega John had ever met. The ones he’d known in the army had a healthy sexual appetite, even with the suppressants. Some even chose to mate and leave the service.
Not that any omega had captured John Watson’s eyes as anything more than a quick tumble. There had been a few betas too; he wasn’t always the pickiest after a few pints. But bonding was an entirely different affair and he loved the work and the service too much for that thought to ever cross his mind.
When a bullet sent him home, the only thoughts he had about mating were that no omega would want an alpha with a dodgy leg and shoulder. Let alone deal with the nightmares and his general uselessness.
So he’d been very surprised when Sherlock had come into his life like an unexpected hurricane.
