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sherlock-in-heels:

“John…I just had the strangest dream.”

Oh my goodness… Ewan’s baby shoes!

Deep Dark Truthful Mirror - 7

“I would have swallowed.” Four words written on the back of the mirror in chalk. Jesus.

The thought of Sherlock doing what Mary never would makes John’s head swim, and his dick more than a little bit hard.

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Mirror Image - 6

John waited and he worried.

A week went by and he hadn’t seen or heard anything from Sherlock.

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One Way Mirror - 5

“Let me try.” John went to the kitchen and took the chalk from the small message board that Mary kept there. 

Tipping the mirror away from the wall, he wrote his name. John Hamish Watson. He replaced the mirror and waited for Sherlock to look at the back.

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Dreaming in Red (FYJFF Red Pants Contest)

One glimpse. Just one tiny line of red above the waistband of John’s trousers as he reached for something in a high cabinet was all it took.

Sherlock had to know. He had to see.

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The Other Side of the Mirror - 4

“1897.”  

John let that process for a few seconds. That was one hundred and fifteen years ago. Victoria was Queen. Electricity was in its infancy as was the telephone and radio. What must Sherlock think of what he could see?

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Absent Reflection - 3

 Mary was off at work, staging a huge loft-style flat that was going to be the model in a new building full of expensive loft flats. She was gone more and more and for longer stretches of time.

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sherlock-in-heels:

Prompt: For Science!

John was listening to Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” and that is what set Sherlock off. Well, not “set off”, nothing as drastic sounding as that. Let’s go with “sparked an idea”.
Sherlock took one look at the artwork on the album cover and bolted from the room. John didn’t hear him go because he had on old-fashioned style over-the-ear headphones. It was the only way to fly with Floyd.
The lyric ‘hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way’ always made John think of his LBS (Life Before Sherlock). He chuckled, took of the head-set and realized the man himself wasn’t there.
He heard thumping coming from their bedroom. All sorts of black thoughts filled John’s head about what Sherlock could be up to. What he found was so far afield of what he expected to see he just stood a gaped. 
Sherlock was on the floor muttering about Huygen’s principle, refraction indices, wavelengths and dispertion. Has also arranging his shoes to match the rainbow cast on the floor by the prism set on the windowsill.
“Its for science, John!”
 John went back to the sitting room to finish Dark Side of the Moon.
 
 

sherlock-in-heels:

Prompt: For Science!

John was listening to Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” and that is what set Sherlock off. Well, not “set off”, nothing as drastic sounding as that. Let’s go with “sparked an idea”.

Sherlock took one look at the artwork on the album cover and bolted from the room. John didn’t hear him go because he had on old-fashioned style over-the-ear headphones. It was the only way to fly with Floyd.

The lyric ‘hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way’ always made John think of his LBS (Life Before Sherlock). He chuckled, took of the head-set and realized the man himself wasn’t there.

He heard thumping coming from their bedroom. All sorts of black thoughts filled John’s head about what Sherlock could be up to. What he found was so far afield of what he expected to see he just stood a gaped. 

Sherlock was on the floor muttering about Huygen’s principle, refraction indices, wavelengths and dispertion. Has also arranging his shoes to match the rainbow cast on the floor by the prism set on the windowsill.

“Its for science, John!”

 John went back to the sitting room to finish Dark Side of the Moon.

 

 

Not Sherlock’s Heels

John hadn’t seen them in over twenty years. He bought the boots back in 1985 when he was sixteen and was mad at the entire world. He wore them for four years, solid. They were his footwear equivalent of “fuck you”.

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In A Glass, Darkly - 2

The mirror sat where it had been left by the deliverymen. That was three weeks ago. It still made John uncomfortable.

He did his best to ignore it, which was damned hard considering how big the bloody thing was. He never checked his appearance in it ever. He never looked at it while he was making love to Mary – she, on the other hand couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. He was starting to think her a bit vain and shallow.

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Mirror Mirror - 1

Mary purchased the mirror in a second hand shop. She was outfitting their new flat. The mirror was huge, massive in fact, practically the size of a door. The men who delivered it could barely get it up the stairs to the bedroom. They put it down and as they were leaving, one gave John a ‘sorry, mate’ and the other slapped him on the back.

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Surrender

Sherlock had worked a case involving a series of murders in a sex club and while undercover, had gotten curious about the idea of trying a little Dom/sub play with his lover.

John had turned the idea down at first. “No, Sherlock. Its kind of, well, creepy.”

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A Night Alone.

Sherlock had plans. The evening was theirs to enjoy. Ewan was with Mrs. Hudson and would be staying overnight. He was 4 months old and had just started to sleep through the night reliably.

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Missed Firsts.

Your life passes before your eyes before you die. That’s the saying, anyway.

That isn’t how it happened for John.

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“Sherlock, when I asked you to come play rugby with Greg and I, I told you needed proper shoes.” John was shaking his head in disbelief. Only Sherlock would bring stiletto Nike trainers to wear for a football match. “You’ll sink into the pitch.” 
“You didn’t think I’d actually play did you? No, John. I’ll not be getting into any scrums or whatever it is you do out there. This is simply a matter of form over function. I just liked them.” 
Back at home after the match, John did manage to get Sherlock above the horizontal. There was also a grapple tackle, an up and under, a put-in and almost a facial.
Sherlock enjoyed his football lesson.

“Sherlock, when I asked you to come play rugby with Greg and I, I told you needed proper shoes.” John was shaking his head in disbelief. Only Sherlock would bring stiletto Nike trainers to wear for a football match. “You’ll sink into the pitch.” 

“You didn’t think I’d actually play did you? No, John. I’ll not be getting into any scrums or whatever it is you do out there. This is simply a matter of form over function. I just liked them.”

Back at home after the match, John did manage to get Sherlock above the horizontal. There was also a grapple tackle, an up and under, a put-in and almost a facial.

Sherlock enjoyed his football lesson.