Now I’m amused. I told a coworker/friend about my fics. Apparently she spent half the weekend reading.
She says she won’t be able to watch Sherlock the same way now.
I gave her a hug and told her welcome to the fandom 🙂
Quick little red pants fic. Crossdressing, for both of them. Hope you folks like it. (This one ended up not being smut, I know, shocking).
It’s For a Case – John and Sherlock must both dress as women to infiltrate a club.
Loosely tied to AÂ Smudge Of Red Lipstick. Teaser below the cut.
This is utterly ridiculous,” said John, staring at himself in the mirror. The lacy red panties cupped his arse as the high cut accentuated his hips.
“It’s for a case,” called Sherlock from the next room. With a sigh John picked up the matching red bra and got it on. He tugged the dress over his head and went back to the mirror, uncertain as he settled the blonde wig on his head. At least the wig had a short, if feminine, haircut. It was very strange, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing this.
Sherlock came elegantly into the room as if he wore heels every day, makeup case in his hand. “Sit on the bed,” he told John.
John sat down, smoothing the dress nervously as Sherlock opened the case. He closed his eyes as Sherlock worked, feeling the makeup applied with all of his usual care and grace. “I’m done,” he said with Sherly’s voice. John opened his eyes and blinked as he looked into the mirror. Well, not the most attractive woman in the world, but if the club was dark he’d be okay. There was the rustle of paper as Sherly opened a shoebox and pulled out a pair of ludicrous red heels. She slipped them onto John’s feet. “There you go, Joanne.”
Next chapter of salt in the wounds is up!
May 1933 – Hamish is getting older and it’s time he knew some things.
teaser below the cut
John walked out of Mrs. Hudson’s shop when he heard the shouting. He turned the corner just in time to see Hamish take a swing at one of the three boys surrounding him. He connected solidly and the other two jumped on him. Hamish struggled to throw them off, but the boys broke and ran when John reached them with a solid hand on their shoulders, helping the one Hamish had punched. John turned Hamish and saw tears in his eyes as he breathed heavily, wiping at his eyes.
John met his eyes. “You’re fifteen, Hamish, you don’t get into fights. Tell me what happened.”
Hamish shook his head and turned away from his father.
John took a deep breath. “Come on then, Mrs. Hudson has tea.”
Allowing himself to be led into the shop, John settled him in Mrs. Hudson’s back room, sharing a worried look with her. Once he had the boy settled, he followed Mrs. Hudson back out to the front. “I want to know what those boys said. Hamish’s never started a fight in his life.”
Mrs. Hudson glanced towards the back room. “Oh there’s always rumors.”
John narrowed his eyes. He knew he didn’t spend much time in the village, but he’d been trying to encourage Hamish to take the boat and go by himself. After all, he had to learn to deal with people. So he’d been helping out Mrs. Hudson a few times a week during the day. “You must tell me.”
Man In Uniform
When Sherlock asked him to put on his old dress uniform, John thought it was for a case. When he finds it wasn’t necessary, well, someone is going to get punished.
Thanks for recing my fic 🙂
Hmm…this red pants fic I started today has turned into cross-dressing John and Sherlock going to a drag club for a case. Yep, bringing Sherly back, looks like…
It’s after midnight here, so let’s say this one is for Penis Friday. It started as one thing and turned into another. If it’s not my best, I’m sorry.
Fruit Salad – Sherlock should never be allowed to suck the cherry off it’s stem
teaser below the cut:
John watched Sherlock sip soda through a straw. Whoever handed that straw to Sherlock Holmes should either be shot or given a medal. The detectives eyes were on the paper in front of him, but John was trying not to stare at the pout of his lips and failing miserably.
Licking his lips, John adjusted his erection under the table, glade for the distraction as the waitress brought then lunch.
Sherlock set down his cup. John pointedly picked up his fork and knife. Sherlock had ordered a fruit salad and John had to bite his lip as Sherlock picked up a cherry and sucked it off the stem.
John felt his face warm and reached for his water, gulping down the cold drink. When he looked at Sherlock again, the man was watching him, fingers steepled and tugging slightly at his bottom lip. “Everything all right, John?”
John didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead he shoved a forkful of food in his mouth and nodded with a smile.
Sherlock met his eyes and slowly slid a grape into his mouth, keeping Johns eyes locked on his
Johns fork stilled as Sherlock slowly ate another grape. He watched the man’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
Sherlock ate a piece of melon, then picked up another cherry. As he slid it into his mouth, he reached under the table and his foot touched Johns ankle. Johns knee jerked up, banging the underside of the table.
