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A Question of Proficiency - Jen Lee
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Where no bird flies by my window, no ship is tied to my tree. A Question of Proficiency. Jan 7th, 2011 at 1:20 AM. A Question of Proficiency (1/1). Only for pure, unadulterated smut. Falling in love, with all its attendant displays of affection, should not have been a thing of such difficulty. Written for a prompt by. On our little fic meme at. Asking for first-time sex between virgin! Holmes and loving, patient, gentle Watson. He’d been so careful; so very, very. At the first touch of Watson’s han...
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The Beating of My Heart - Sic Erat In Fatis
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Sic Erat In Fatis. And So It Was Fated). The Beating of My Heart. Aug 24th, 2010 at 10:26 AM. He doesn’t know that I can still see him when I close my eyes. Sometimes I think your heart beats only when there’s a case, he once joked to me. He is, of course, referring to my periods of stagnation where I might lie for days unmoving on the settee. But he could not be more mistaken in his observation. My heart beats for him and him alone. It was never quite the same after. Will I ever tell him? This is the ve...
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The Simplest Explanation - Jen Lee
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Where no bird flies by my window, no ship is tied to my tree. Jan 7th, 2011 at 1:39 AM. The Simplest Explanation (1/1). None that I'm aware of. Sherlock Holmes is not easily intimidated, but there are some things that matter more than others. Written for a prompt by. On our little fic meme at. Asking for a scenario in which Watson is held at knifepoint and Holmes reacts. It happens so quickly that, even in retrospect, he cannot imagine what else they could have done. Sound, whatever Watson might say to t...
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From the Shadows, part II - Sic Erat In Fatis
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Sic Erat In Fatis. And So It Was Fated). From the Shadows, part II. Apr 9th, 2010 at 4:24 PM. I stayed up reading, and delayed climbing into bed until my eyelids grew heavy and my head dropped upon my chest. I had just extinguished my bedside candle when I heard a shuffling noise above my room. Watson was up, and I listened carefully to the familiar pad of his bare footsteps descending the stairs. He must be coming to the sitting room to retrieve something else. Another book, perhaps. Oh God. Watson.
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Fic: amo, amas, amat - attentat
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Fic: amo, amas, amat - attentat. Fic: amo, amas, amat. Laquo; previous entry. Next entry ». Jan 17th, 2010 06:32 pm. This fic is like a love poem to myself. Amo, amas, amat. Holmes/Watson, NC-17, 4300 words, Catullus spoke his heart and there was no avoiding him if he was to feel at all. Quare habe tibi quidquid hoc libelli. Qualecumque, quod, o patrona virgo,. Plus uno maneat perenne saeclo! Therefore, have this little scroll,. Whatever it is - oh patron maiden,. Had more to offer than he previously sus...
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FIC: "No Bed Is Narrow" for kate_lear! - Sherlock Remix
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FIC: "No Bed Is Narrow" for kate lear! April 1st, 2011. Http:/ kate-lear.livejournal.com/9577.h. Original Story Pairings, if any:. Original Story Warnings, if any:. No Bed Is Narrow". Remix Story Pairings, if any:. Remix Story Warnings, if any:. No Bed Is Narrow". And, really, it was just far more efficient to simply have his morning mocha soy latte at a café Mycroft favoured (they still used real butter in their pastry crusts) than to kick up any kind of fuss. That flatmate of his? Evander asked. Be...
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Trust it's a Game (2/?) - burnt_hamster
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Trust it's a Game (2/? 12 November 2010 @ 04:03 pm. Trust it's a Game (2/? Trust it's a Game (2/? Torture, eventual noncon. Characters belong to Doyle, Sherlock belongs to BBC. Moriarty finds a way to torture Sherlock by forcing him to torture John. Still working on Runs in the family. Nearly done with that one but this was just begging to be purged. Ldquo;But Sherlock this is for you! Moriarty grinned, trailing his fingers along the detective’s shoulder. Ldquo;I know how much you like to play. The room ...
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Trust it's a Game (3/?) - burnt_hamster
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Trust it's a Game (3/? 19 November 2010 @ 05:12 pm. Trust it's a Game (3/? Trust it's a Game (3/? Torture, eventual noncon. Characters belong to Doyle, Sherlock belongs to BBC. Moriarty finds a way to torture Sherlock by forcing him to torture John. Still working on Runs in the family. And have been working on later chapters of this. Woo this is a tough one. So please watch the warning. NOTE: Chapter two has been revised! To be the tool to cut Sherlock to pieces? Not if he could help it. Ldquo;I’ve...
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Trivialities and Tides - Jen Lee
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Where no bird flies by my window, no ship is tied to my tree. Jan 21st, 2011 at 6:40 PM. Trivialities and Tides (1/1). None that I'm aware of. New beginnings and problematic flatmates, and the various ways in which life with Sherlock Holmes is fraught with unexpected difficulties. So this is me, shamelessly filling my own fic prompt. Which isn't. I have long harbored a private, deeply-held conviction that of all the months of the calendar year, March is the most trying by far. Welcome home, indeed. I was...
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Proper Incentives (Part 2) - Jen Lee
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Where no bird flies by my window, no ship is tied to my tree. Proper Incentives (Part 2). Apr 28th, 2011 at 12:54 AM. Proper Incentives (Part 2 of 2). Very vaguely, for FINA and EMPT. A reflection on useless regrets and impossible choices, and the price of an error in judgment. None that I'm aware of. I own nothing; written for fun, not profit. Written for a fic prompt by. Moriarty’s man with his terrible smile. The dockyard at midnight – the smell of the river, the ache in my chest. Truth be told, this ...
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