Just a little something . . .

[peg22]

 . . . cuz I can't get this new thing out if my head.

For some reason, proper English gentlemen who burn white hot underneath the top hats and the impeccable manners are now my new obsession. Who knew??

Of course, I shoulda known.  I used to eat period romances like Skittles. I SO wanted to go to London for the 
season. I still watch Sense and Sensibility once a month - and have yet to get my head around the fact that in 
real life - ELINOR MARRIED WILLOUGHBY!

so here's a little snip. I think I'll collect them here. Amongst the macho cops and the damaged, snarky doctors . . .
they seem to fit right in. Kinda like prototypes . . .

So it's H/W
Holmes/Watson that is . . .
It's slash
It's just a moment . . .

Welcome Home
by Kaye

Upon entering the room, I felt an unfamiliar anxiety. He stood at the fire, 
snifter dangling, head bent. My traitorous heart stoked and I stopped, 
watching as he took a pull from his pipe and kicked the grate with his foot. 
Clearly dissatisfied.




         
 I cleared my throat, loathe to disturb, but not wanting to be caught hovering, 
eavesdropping. He turned and my heart gave up all efforts to run along at a 
reasonable pace because his eyes revealed a hundred unspoken moments, 
a thousand unrealized inclinations.


           
He attempted a weak smile and held out his pipe-filled hand. I walked toward 
him, aware of the import of the moment. I hesitated when I heard his exhale, 
but the crackle of the fire spurred me on, and I found myself a scarce inch 
from his chest, his breath but a whisper on my cheek as his arms circled 
and I took the last, most important step. 

I wrapped my arms around the breadth of his chest and I could feel the 
snifter dig into my back and my hat tilted oddly. His lips tasted of brandy 
and cherry and the briefest hint of oak and I could feel the chasm from 
which I had just crossed grow wider and wider until my life before this 
moment was but a far fleeting memory, and the tangible evidence of the 
unfolding future left me with nothing but heat and desire and his first 
whispered word, torn from his lips, pressed into mine.


       
 "Welcome home, John."

Comments

[lyricalsoul.livejournal.com]

As soon as you said top hat, I had to go and watch The Resident Patient again.

Damn you.

I think I've read this before, yes?

[peg22.livejournal.com]

yes, when I was trying to impress you when you first turned the corner onto Baker Street . . .

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh, that last long sentence before the final line..just beautiful. Such atmosphere, could see and hear all that...Englishness everywhere. I love the way you play with your new shiny toys:))

[thayln.livejournal.com]

Oh, my.

*fans self*

Yes, I also love hidden, suppressed desire. And I love it when passion overmasters reason.

Lovely piece of work. Thanks for the lift.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

sure thing! Yes passion over reason is a good motivation to get out of bed in the morning . . . or not . . .snerk.