Title: The Bend, the Curve, the Arch
Author: semiprecious17
Rating: M
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: 221
Genre: 221B
A/N: Oh, what? I actually wrote something? Dipping my toe Jumping back in with my first 221B. Hope you enjoy!
Summary:
There is something so achingly erotic about the spine. Something so fundamentally utilitarian shouldn't be so beautifully carnal. But the bend, the curve, the deep arch of supple sinew and muscle is tantalizing.
Sherlock's spine is exquisite.
There is something so achingly erotic about the spine. Something so fundamentally utilitarian shouldn't be so beautifully carnal. But the bend, the curve, the deep arch of supple sinew and muscle is tantalizing.
Sherlock's spine is exquisite. It makes my fingertips buzz with the need to trace it, to find the shallow indent through the thick, rich fabric of a too expensive suit jacket, follow it to its end. It makes my mouth fill with saliva; the thought of my tongue sliding across sun shy skin down, down, down, stopped-tempted- by a cleft, a swell, vulnerability, pleasure and salt a veritable explosion on my tastebuds.
"Don't be absurd; merely cells and tissue. There's nothing sensual about that," he would say with a scoff and a languid roll of those lightening storm eyes.
"Sentiment, then," I'd reply with a smile, urge him to silence. I'd leave a spit slick trail between his vertebrae, a meandering path of slow desire, murmur the name of each segment-cervical, thoracic, lumbar, sacral, coccygeal-against skin and bone.
He'd try to hide the shivers my lips ignite, but so close, literally skin to skin, he can hide nothing from me, not even the obscured length of his need, pressed and rutting against the bed. In this he is unfailingly honest; his pleasure makes me bold.
FIN