Salt in the wounds chapter is up. second to last. One more to go:
I’ve started the final Salt in the Wounds chapter…
Have some short johnlockstrade this morning:
Poker Night – This wasn’t how Greg expected poker night to go.
teaser below the cut, slightly nsfw
This was not the way Greg had imagined this evening going. But fuck it all, he sure as hell wasn’t upset. John put down his cards with a wicked smile. Greg swore and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants, dropping them to the floor with the rest of his clothes. John was still dressed in socks, tshirt and pants; no wonder it had been his idea to play strip poker. Sherlock sulked in his pants. He’d refused to play the last two rounds. John looked Greg over appreciatively and took another drink. “Still not wanting to play, Sherlock?”
The man grumbled and tucked his head into his folded arms, slouching further into his chair.
John chuckled and stood, making his way around the coffee table to where Greg sat on the couch. As Greg watched, John climbed into his lap. Before he could react, John’s hands were in his hair. He kissed him hard, grinding slowly against his lap.
Because awabubbles makes wonderful art, I wrote a fic for this wonderful piece. Yep, it’s pwp.
Good Thing the Desk is Sturdy – They’ve had sex on this desk more times then Ianto can count. But it never gets old.
Another Salt in the Wounds chapter is up. Two more left, I do believe. World War II has begun in earnest:
Okay doke, the next Salt in the Wounds chapter is up: April 1938
I think there’s maybe 3 chapters left?
Twinklingray asked for a story about Sherlock buying John a cake. This became Sherlock buying John a birthday cake…
Also, if someone arts any of this for me I will love you forever:
When Sherlock Buys the Cake – Sherlock tried to make John’s birthday right. Unfortunately, this is Sherlock we’re talking about…
teaser below the cut
Sherlock woke early. He rolled over and found a sticky note in Mrs. Hudson’s handwriting: “John’s Birthday today. Cake.”
He sat up quickly. “Yes, cake,” he muttered to himself, getting up and dressed. The other side of the bed was empty, which meant John had already left for work. He briefly wondered how Mrs. Hudson had come up with the sticky note without waking him, but dismissed the thought as unimportant.
He went straight into the front room and grabbed his coat, noticing that John had left him some toast and jam on the table. He grabbed it and ate as he headed down the stairs, wondering where one would acquire such a thing as a cake.
He pulled out his phone and quickly did a search for bakers. There appeared to be one just a few blocks away. This should be a simple matter.
Stepping into the bakery, Sherlock froze in place, momentarily blocking the door. The place smelled of bread and sweets and one large case contained a virtual cornucopia of cakes of all sorts of shapes and sizes. Blinking, he stepped towards the cake, trying to ascertain which one John would prefer.
“Can I help you?” Sherlock glanced up at the man. Middle aged, family business, three kids and a cat. Wife deceased two years earlier.
“I need a cake,” he announced.
And one more Mystrade tonight. Also there may be plans for another one as well. But it’s 1am, so, have some smut,I’m going to bed
Make You Beg – Coming home Greg is surprised in his flat. But it’s the best kind of surprise.
teaser below the cut
Greg Lestrade unlocked the door to his flat, tired after another long day. At least Sherlock and John were on this case; might even be solved by morning. He stepped inside, but before he could turn on the light, a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned but the gun was knocked from his hand before he could aim. A strong hand grabbed his arm and twisted, shoving him face first into the wall with a grunt.
“You have become slow,” said a familiar voice in his ear.
“One of these days I am going to shoot you,” grumbled Greg. “Aren’t you getting too old for this game?”
“On the contrary. It is a refreshing change of pace from the verbal dente.” He leaned in and nibbled Greg’s ear in a way that sent shivers down his spine and stirred the interest of his cock.
Greg pushed back, but he had a firm grip. “The polite thing to do is to ask.”
“You always do give in regardless,” his breath was warm on his ear. “Shall I take you against this wall, Gregory?”
Greg panted at the promise in his tone. That voice knew him too well, could pick him apart with just words. A hand dropped to his zip and stopped, waiting with infinite patience.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Please.” He swallowed hard. “Mycroft.”
Oh looksie, I wrote another Mystrade thing:
Never Just Filling Space – Now that Sherlock has returned, what will it mean for Mycroft and Greg?
Teaser below the cut
Greg stepped into the room. Mycroft stood by the window, staring out at the city. After the chaos of the last few days, with Sherlock stepping back into the world of the living, the room was strangely silent and still.
He was still reeling himself. He and Mycroft had grown closer over the last few years and he honestly had no idea what Sherlock’s return would mean for them. Not that he ever had or would begrudge Mycroft his little brother. Quietly he stepped to Mycroft’s side, taking in the view himself. The city was cloudy and gray, the window keeping even the sound of traffic at bay.
Mycroft’s hand brushed his own.
Greg took his hand, wrapping a warm palm around his cool hand and squeezing gently. A soft sigh escaped Mycroft’s lips. Tugging him from the window, he pulled him to the couch and set him down, never letting go of his hand as he sat next to him.
They stayed like that, silence stretching out. Greg cradled his hand. Occasionally Mycroft would squeeze, as if assuring himself of Greg’s presence. For his part Greg’s mind played over the last few days. The shock, the anger. Not for himself so much as for John and Mycroft and the perdition they’d been through over the last few years. He hoped like hell Sherlock wouldn’t wreck things between John and Mary; the man deserved some happiness. Yes, Sherlock had good reason, but the world was still settling around his factual presence.
There is going to be a mystrade story posted tonight. Maybe two.
And I have the next selkie chapter as well.