Standard disclaimer applies.
A/n: This is Holmes/Watson slash, um, so that means man on man, if that's not your thing then, seriously, don't read it.
Oh god, your eyes, they burn.
I watch you from across the room watching me, I feel suddenly uncomfortable. Your gaze burning me. Predatory is the only word. My hand reaches for my collar, tugging at the unwelcome constriction as my throat feels as though it is enlarging. I force my eyes back down, the book in my lap seemingly forgotten. I pull my hand away from my collar and flip a page, feigning interest before stealing another glance at you.
Thin features flushed with alcohol, smoke from your pipe making a curtain between us, but your eyes are clear. A small smirk hanging across your proud mouth. Do you know? Know how that look you're giving, the one that makes you look like a wolf about to dine on some mutton, makes me react?
I won't succumb. I must be strong.
Already you have crossed the room, a brandy in hand, pipe left forlorn on the end table, yearning for that rose petal mouth of yours to fold around it once more. The image of your lips puffing away on it doing terribly inappropriate things to my own nether regions. My pants growing tighter as I feel myself stretch.
Lost in my thoughts you catch me unaware, the scent of liquor my only warning as your face falls to my level. This is wrong.
"God frowns upon us." My tongue heavy as I push one hand against your shoulder in an attempt to move you away. To save both of us from this fall.
Your laughter is bitter. "God?" That predatory smile on your face, your hand against my own, alcohol rolling from your tongue, following your words, "I see no reason to believe in God."
I note that both your hands are on me now, the glass of brandy dropped carelessly on the floor, seeping into the carpet, but you could careless.
And I wonder if its okay. If its with you, will all be forgiven.
and you hold my face firmly as you push against me, mouth trailing warm kisses down my jaw.
Somehow I let my guard down.
The realization hits me and I fight to push you away, to get you off of me. To no avail.
I must want this as well.
Because if I really wanted to be saved I could have fought you off. If I really cared what God thought, what society thought, then I would have walked out that door the day I met you.
I would have left the day you turned that grin on me, your eyelids lowered in a sultry fashion, inviting me to stay awhile. The devil in a human coat, tempting me with what I couldn't, would never dream of, refusing.
As you show me the sins of the flesh, as we pull each other down, I find that it is more important to live in the moment. To live in this time where your hands are on me, warm, chasing away the darkness and leaving only that beautiful heat.
And if I fall from grace, if I should spend eternity in hell because of this moment, then so be it.
Because I'll be spending it with you.