Fic: The Stakeout
Jun. 14th, 2007 01:01 amTitle: The Stakeout
Author:
daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: SH/JW
Rating: R
Warnings: Um… riding crop porn.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.
Summary: Holmes brings his riding crop on a stakeout, leading to some interesting moments for Watson.
Author’s Note: Written in honor of Fawn’s discussion of REDH on the Holmesslash Yahoo Group. Fawn lamented that Holmes’ riding crop really didn’t come up enough in slash. So, instead of going to sleep, I wrote this. *hides*
The Stakeout
I cannot believe he brought his riding crop.
We wait, crouched in a darkened room, for our culprit to arrive, our only illumination provided by moonlight streaming through the dirty window. The dust is thick in this abandoned house, but Holmes assures both Lestrade and me that our criminal will be here, tonight, to finalize his dastardly plan.
I know our quarry is dangerous. I know I must be alert. I must pay attention. But damn, how am I to concentrate when Holmes is stroking that infernal crop!
Oh, it seems innocent enough. Surely Lestrade thinks that Holmes’ actions are just a release of nervous energy. Anyone who would see him would surmise as much. But I, who know him so well, know that he is purposefully tormenting me.
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Author:
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Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: SH/JW
Rating: R
Warnings: Um… riding crop porn.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.
Summary: Holmes brings his riding crop on a stakeout, leading to some interesting moments for Watson.
Author’s Note: Written in honor of Fawn’s discussion of REDH on the Holmesslash Yahoo Group. Fawn lamented that Holmes’ riding crop really didn’t come up enough in slash. So, instead of going to sleep, I wrote this. *hides*
The Stakeout
I cannot believe he brought his riding crop.
We wait, crouched in a darkened room, for our culprit to arrive, our only illumination provided by moonlight streaming through the dirty window. The dust is thick in this abandoned house, but Holmes assures both Lestrade and me that our criminal will be here, tonight, to finalize his dastardly plan.
I know our quarry is dangerous. I know I must be alert. I must pay attention. But damn, how am I to concentrate when Holmes is stroking that infernal crop!
Oh, it seems innocent enough. Surely Lestrade thinks that Holmes’ actions are just a release of nervous energy. Anyone who would see him would surmise as much. But I, who know him so well, know that he is purposefully tormenting me.
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