For readinlikeaboss. I love you, Molly! 3
The man next to him was breathtakingly gorgeous-way out of his league. John flushed and gulped. He was tall, over six feet with curly brunet hair sprawled across his head. Pale, creamy skin that rivaled freshly fallen snow, lean, slender frame with long legs-miles and miles of long muscled skin hidden underneath trousers a breath away from skinny jeans-, high, prominent cheekbones, aristocratic nose and lush, plumb lips with the strongest Cupid-bow he'd ever seen.
John swallowed thickly and dragged his eyes away from the stranger's lips. He realized with a start that there were bright green-gray eyes locked on him intently. Watching, observing, just looking.
John blushed and found himself a bit hot under the collar.
"Oh, uh, hi," he stammered out. He nervously tapped his fingers around the pint he was nursing. His tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. He tugged at his jumper sleeve nervously and licked his lips.
The man's eyes followed his tongue's path, tracing over John's lips.
John's ears burned as the brunet suddenly leaned in and the doctor's heart leapt into his throat as the stranger's eyes slid over his body appraisingly, slow and sure. They lingered on his crotch and hands and John was sure he would faint.
"Hello." The lips parted and a deep, mellifluous voice flowed over his ears like molten chocolate. John shivered.
He could practically hear that deep voice next to his ear, whispering huskily, the most deliciously filthy things, as strong hands pinned his hands above his head. A pale body pressed against his, deep and commanding.
John flushed more.
The man leaned closer, eyes glinting in the low, dim lighting of the bar. A long-fingered hand crawled across the table and a pale digit dragged down the side of his cheek.
John nearly squeaked when a strong, pale hand gripped his thigh and squeezed.
He was sure he let out a small groan.
"Come here often?" the man asked softly, looking up at him from under thick lashes.
John met his gaze boldly, cheeks hot. "As a matter of fact, I do, actually."
The man quirked a brow, his lips curling into a smirk that rivaled that of a cat who got the cream.
Absolutely predatory, that was for sure.
The hand slid up his thigh and rubbed slowly, methodically.
John shuddered and his eyes flickered as he bit his lip.
"Spark," purred the taller man. "I like that in a man. Don't you, doctor?"
John's eyes slid open and he tensed. "How did you-"
The man watched his calmly and leaned closer. "I know a lot about you, Captain. I'm sure we can"—the taller man bent down and whispered hotly into John's ear. John shuddered with a soft moan. It had been such a long time since anyone addressed him like that—" figure something out. I assure you I haven't been following you or stalking you. I've merely-" Eyes raked his form. "—looked."
The man went to pull away, his hand leaving John's face but staying on his thigh. John's fingers curled around his wrist.
Elevated pulse.
John locked eyes with his. Dilated pupils.
John glanced at his skin. Increased perspiration.
Arousal.
John smiled and nodded. "I'm sure we can."
The man's lips twitched as he crossed one leg over the other.
John watched the movement transfixed as long finger kneaded the soft muscle of his thigh, closer to the inside of where his hip met his thigh.
The man spoke.
"The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street. I do hope you don't mind handcuffs, Captain."
FINISH