AUTHORS' NOTE: Welcome to our first attempt at a smut spoof of the Sherlock/Watson ship! We've undertaken this story as a creative writing exercise. We recently discovered one of our ex-boyfriend's blog, and were thoroughly entertained by the language he used! So, we decided to use those phrases in a more appropriate setting. Please let us know which ones you think have been taken from his blog in the reviews!
Dr. John Watson auricularly discerned the sound of a doorknob. He turned to visually examine a tall man, with perfectly quaffed hair and a long, dulled gaze. He was dressed in an unassuming overcoat, which immediately struck Watson as someone he could skillfully conquer. Watson noticed that this rugged man was authentically distinct, in a meaningfully tangible way as when he took of that garb, Watson couldn't discern if it was a weapon in his pocket or just a pleasant encounter.
The man brushed his curls away from his face, and looked straight into Waston's eyes, and said, "Stop staring at me."
"I think I'm the one in control of what I want to see." Watson was turned on by the fact that the man was so visually perceptive.
"You like to be in control of things then, don't you?"
"I exercise control in all things, sir."
"So you control this lab too?"
Watson put down his beaker and took off his gloves. "I do, I conduct a variety of experiments here. Maybe you'd like to participate."
The man blushed, slightly embarrassed to have fortuitously stumbled upon his next boss in such an inappropriate manner. "I'm here to see Molly Hooper, and since you're the one in control here maybe you could help me."
Watson moved away from abaft his desk and slowly approached the tall man. "Before we get down to business, who are you?"
Slightly breathless at his sudden proximity, the man replied, "Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."
"That's an interesting name," he whispered before sliding his fingers along Sherlock's arms. At this point Watson knew that Sherlock was inevitably ineluctable. Sherlock's ragged breaths were turning him on.
Sherlock's eyes fluttered south, and he noticed that this mysterious pulchritudinous man was suddenly immensely colossal. Before Sherlock could discern what was about to go down, he realised that this man was making him feel subservient and weak. Watson whispered in his ear, "touch yourself, Sherlock Holmes. I want you to touch yourself, Sherlock Holmes." He took his hand and directed it to his crotch, which was now feeling scarcely uncomfortable due to its tightness. Sherlock's breathing became heavier, and Watson swallowed the gasps in his mouth.
"Fuck," Sherlock hisses immediately, trying to pull away, but Watson doesn't let him. Instead, he pushes him into the wall behind until their bodies are flush up against each others. The combined sounds of their illimitable heavy breaths tempted Watson to conquer Sherlock Holmes, but he knew he could not. Before he got too carried away, he pulled back and said, "This cannot happen just yet."
With that, he reached into a drawer at the bottom of his desk and pulled out a Manila folder.