So, I was training myself to write less than I normally do (because i have a habit of writing reams and reams of stuff) and decided it would be interesting to do it in a 221B ficlet style.
For those of you who don't know what that is, it means that you have to write something that is exactly 221 words long (not including the A/N), and the last word has to start with a 'B'
Please enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: i earn no profit from this (hence fanfiction) and i don't own the characters or works.
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Sherlock Holmes hadn't always been a good kisser.
Well, what could you expect when someone had never had any sexual contact with another person from since they can remember?
No, he wasn't a very good kisser back then.
John remembered their first kiss, the way Sherlock's soft lips stalled over his, his whole body went stiff as he considered how to respond.
John had laughed into the taller man and told him to just relax and do what felt right for him, while slowly moving his own lips against the closed ones.
Feeling the sleuth shiver against him for the first time had been thrilling.
Eventually, as Sherlock became more open to the fact that their relationship had moved past cuddles on the sofa, the kissing got more skilled.
He never initiated anything; John always had to make the first move. He often did so slowly, brushing his thumb over the man's high cheekbones and tasting him gently with his fingertips, feeling the breath on his mouth as his leant in.
It was exhilarating to be with this man and he drank up every opportunity .The man was amazing, he was brilliant.
John lived for Sherlock, he ate, slept and drank Sherlock and by god was it absolutely divine.
No, Sherlock wasn't a good kisser back then, but it was beautiful.
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Thanks for reading, please comment if you enjoyed!