Disclaimer: I don't own the sexiest detective ever dreamed up. I'm really
envious of Conan Doyle, but we won't go there.
AN: LoL thanks Es! Alan Rickman plays Snape in the Harry Potter movies, and he was also Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility. He was also the Sheriff of Nottingham in Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves. As for the Laurie R. King books, they are available at any library (usually) or Barnes and Noble, Walden Books, or Borders. And those are the ones that I know of.
That being said...
~Fic Starts Here~
Holmes just looked at her, dumbstruck.
"YOU'RE Mei Lian Tang?"
She shifted uncomfortably on his chest.
"Um, yes. Unfortunately."
He cocked one eyebrow. "Unfortunately?"
She made a face before replying. "Well, how would you feel if you were forced into acting like a porcelain doll, down to your very NAME?"
Holmes chuckled as he placed his hands under his head. She obviously wasn't going to let him go anywhere, so might as well get comfortable.
"I sincerely doubt, Miss Tang, that I would be named 'Beautiful Water lily'"
She stared at him. "You speak Chinese?"
"It tien tien" (an: I really suck at pinyin, but that should mean a little in Mandarin)
"Oh."
"Surprised?"
"Not really. It's the type of thing I would expect from Sherlock Holmes."
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He eyed her, curious, yet slightly flabbergasted.
"How do you know my name?"
"No other man, 6 feet tall, smelling of pipe tobacco and having such sensibility goes around London with the police at 5:00 in the morning."
"Oh?"
"-And besides, I heard you call Watson, Watson."
"Oh? When?"
"Uhm, now?"
He grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her face dangerously close to his.
"Are you GUESSING, girl?"
"Maybe. In a very educated sort of way."
"I DISPISE guessers. They annoy me with their lack of brain action." He could smell her perfume now, mingling with the slight bit of sweat that she had worked up. It was jasmine mixed with ylang-ylang and vanilla.
Good Lord. The girl was a walking aphrodisiac.
"I know. Why else do you think I was guessing?" She could smell and feel him through her clothes. He smelled so distinguished. Pipe tobacco and red wine. And he felt so warm, she felt icy in comparison. And then, she realized WHERE she was straddling and WHY it felt so warm. Her whole face reddened.
Before Holmes had a chance to ask her about it, Watson regained his consciousness and summed up their position in 3 disoriented words.
"Oh, I say."
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AN: Thank you for reading this. Please review me. Thank you Es for actually reviewing, but please, PLEASE review me.
Thank you for enduring that great big bit of begging...
~LW
AN: LoL thanks Es! Alan Rickman plays Snape in the Harry Potter movies, and he was also Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility. He was also the Sheriff of Nottingham in Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves. As for the Laurie R. King books, they are available at any library (usually) or Barnes and Noble, Walden Books, or Borders. And those are the ones that I know of.
That being said...
~Fic Starts Here~
Holmes just looked at her, dumbstruck.
"YOU'RE Mei Lian Tang?"
She shifted uncomfortably on his chest.
"Um, yes. Unfortunately."
He cocked one eyebrow. "Unfortunately?"
She made a face before replying. "Well, how would you feel if you were forced into acting like a porcelain doll, down to your very NAME?"
Holmes chuckled as he placed his hands under his head. She obviously wasn't going to let him go anywhere, so might as well get comfortable.
"I sincerely doubt, Miss Tang, that I would be named 'Beautiful Water lily'"
She stared at him. "You speak Chinese?"
"It tien tien" (an: I really suck at pinyin, but that should mean a little in Mandarin)
"Oh."
"Surprised?"
"Not really. It's the type of thing I would expect from Sherlock Holmes."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He eyed her, curious, yet slightly flabbergasted.
"How do you know my name?"
"No other man, 6 feet tall, smelling of pipe tobacco and having such sensibility goes around London with the police at 5:00 in the morning."
"Oh?"
"-And besides, I heard you call Watson, Watson."
"Oh? When?"
"Uhm, now?"
He grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her face dangerously close to his.
"Are you GUESSING, girl?"
"Maybe. In a very educated sort of way."
"I DISPISE guessers. They annoy me with their lack of brain action." He could smell her perfume now, mingling with the slight bit of sweat that she had worked up. It was jasmine mixed with ylang-ylang and vanilla.
Good Lord. The girl was a walking aphrodisiac.
"I know. Why else do you think I was guessing?" She could smell and feel him through her clothes. He smelled so distinguished. Pipe tobacco and red wine. And he felt so warm, she felt icy in comparison. And then, she realized WHERE she was straddling and WHY it felt so warm. Her whole face reddened.
Before Holmes had a chance to ask her about it, Watson regained his consciousness and summed up their position in 3 disoriented words.
"Oh, I say."
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AN: Thank you for reading this. Please review me. Thank you Es for actually reviewing, but please, PLEASE review me.
Thank you for enduring that great big bit of begging...
~LW
