Gddssgrl said: Love it! You are so incredibly talented and wonderful and I love it! I would love to see more JohnLock flirting over a dead body. If Lestrade called them in and while figuring out clues on the body they are obviously flirting and being all adorable and cute. Would love the police force to be so confused because they didnt know about the relationship and then aggitated as the two continue to flirt.
Just a quick one to let you guys know I'm not dead, you see my netbook broke on me so I've been working overtime to pay for a new computer. Luckily I managed to get one so I am back!
(Also the plant in this story is entirely fictitious because damn it Jim I'm a writer not a botanist.)
"Business man, you can tell from the manicured fingers and the soft palms." Sherlock muttered, leaping about the corpse with his magnifying glass clasped in his hands. "But he's dressed as a construction worker...they wanted it to look like he was working on this site."
John licked his lips, watching his boyfriend perform his usual feats of deductive wonder. They were standing around in a construction site, Lestrade giving Sherlock a begrudging look whilst the rest of Scotland Yard looked on, Sherlock jumping about with a hyperactive fervor, and John H. Watson admiring him from afar.
"Something's wrong." Sherlock straightened and ran his hands through his hair, forgetting he was holding his magnifying glass as he did this and dropping it to the ground with an uncharacteristic clumsiness. John frowned, usually Sherlock was as graceful as a cat. He walked forward and retrieved the thin bit of plastic and glass and handed it back to his boyfriend. Sherlock reached for it, letting his fingers brush against John's and shooting the doctor a pointed glance through lustful eyes.
Oh. John chuckled, suddenly understanding.
"John, what do you make of this scene?" Sherlock asked, drawing the doctor closer. John tried to ignore the fact that Sherlock was quite literally standing over a corpse, one foot on either side.
"I see a dead man." John shrugged, feeling Sherlock's breath hot on the back of his neck.
"Brilliant, really John, but I was hoping for something a bit more knowledgeable." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "You do tend to say something not entirely moronic from time to time. Go for it."
"Well..." John pursed his lips and crouched down to examine the body. Sherlock joined him at his side, and as he did he slid a hand down John's back to rest blatantly on his ass.
Lestrade suddenly had a coughing fit, much to Sherlock and John's amusement.
"His body is at an unnatural angle." John noticed. Then an idea occurred to him and he whispered under his breath. "Much like your body will be later tonight."
Lestrade was pretending to study the ground for clues, kicking at the dirt. The officers around him were giving each other confused glances and mouthing questions like: "Are they...?" "Did he just...?"
"Oi, anytime you two want to focus on the stiff." Lestrade scolded the pair, which only caused their smirks to grow further.
"Good point, John." Sherlock nodded. "The limbs are contorted in an odd way."
"Heaven forbid contorting." John winked and Sherlock chuckled.
"Also..." Sherlock reached forward towards the man's mouth and opened it. "Blisters within the mouth. This man did not die from falling from the scaffolding...these are symptoms of the poisonous firebloom, it's a plant that only grows in the rainforests of Costa Rica."
"Not what I'd want in my mouth right now." John said under his breath.
"Well I can hazard a guess at what you would like in your mouth." Sherlock winked.
"Bloody hell I could kill you both." Lestrade rubbed at his temples while his once stoic and responsible police force dissolved into laughter behind him.
"Would you like to have dinner, John?" Sherlock asked, helping John up to his feet.
"We could just skip to dessert." John flirted back.
"Please just get off my crime scene." Lestrade gritted his teeth and pointed the pair to the door.