Smoke
Declaimer: I own nothing related Sherlock nor do I profit from publishing this piece of fiction.
Pairing: Sherlock / John (Johnlock)
Genre: Romance
Rating: K
Spoilers: Inspired by The Hound of Baskervilles (2x02)
Summary: John hates when Sherlock smokes.
Author's Note: I really wanted a smoke during and after writing this.
John hates when Sherlock smokes.
He hates watching his friend slip back into the downward spiral of addiction.
Nicotine stained fingertips and clothing that reeks of smoke for days.
John hates when Sherlock smokes.
But he loves it too.
He loves seeing delicate fingers play with the lighter, hold the cigarette between his fingers.
Lips purse then part and thin rings of smoke cling in the air before fading away.
John loves when Sherlock smokes.
But he won't admit it.
Since addiction rears its ugly head and John knows the cons outweigh the pros any day.
Three patches and counting, shaky fingers, and irritability remind him of that constantly.
And yet John cannot seem to repress his more primal desires.
Desire to smell the god-awful scent of smoke exhaled from Sherlock's mouth.
Desire to hear soft sucking, sweet sighs; the sound Sherlock makes when he takes a drag.
Desire to taste his bittersweet best friend; kissing him senseless, leaving him breathless.
Desire to see his flat-mate give into temptation, shut off his brain and succumb to craving.
Desire to feel heat transfer between him and the other man: a makeshift field of electricity.
John hates when Sherlock smokes.
The End