#abstractfrog

art by @abstractfrog | scene from my (rated M) fic: what if it was meant for me

the absolutely incomparable pat illustrated a scene from my sherlock & co fic as perhaps the loveliest birthday present i received this year.

“How…” He swallows, gathers his courage. Letting his hand slide down over Sherlock’s slender neck and gliding his thumb up and down the trachea so as to feel the gulping down of blood, John continues. “How do I taste?”

Sherlock moans, then, long, loud, and very nearly distressed. He holds John’s wrist tighter to his mouth.

“Coppery, I bet. God, I wish I could taste you.” Another moan. Sherlock’s eyes are completely closed as he takes what he needs, though he squeezes them shut whenever John supplies commentary, and isn’t that charming? “It. Um. Ha. It feels…it feels like you’re still inside me, you know. A-after the fact. Like you’re in my blood. Just…wanted to share.”

“I think I’m a coward.”

They’ve been snogging lazily for the better part of half an hour, down to their pants just because they can be, hands roving without intention beyond the routine of mapping out each other’s skin. Sherlock had even been quietly reciting each of John’s bones (John’s, specifically, phrasing them as ‘Watson’s fibula, Watson’s tibia, Watson’s patella’, and so on and so forth) only moments before. He blinks drowsily at John now, through a haze of gentle intimacy.

“Alright,” Sherlock says slowly, accompanying the word with a languid gesture that might be a shrug. He returns to mouthing at John’s wrist, murmuring something about Watson’s carpals.

once again shouting out the incomparable (yes, that’s the only word for it) @abstractfrog for their breathtaking illustration of a scene from my fic, i could stare at your back all day, which explores the aftermath of a few difficult cases in the world of sherlock & co for john and sherlock.