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Fic: Battle Scars
Mar. 17th, 2012 10:13 pmTitle: Battle Scars
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Prompt: John gets off on putting bruises on Sherlock.
Genre: Dabbley slashy goodness/character study
Rating: R.
Battle Scars
Sherlock's so pale, every blemish standing out, black on white. Marks and scratches and bruises, souvenirs of chases through London, stumbles and falls and scrapes. Torn up knuckles, elbows and knees rubbed raw, a deep gash from an overenthusiastic suspect.
John likes to run his tongue and lips across every mark on Sherlock's body, tasting and soothing every little bit of pain. He likes to run soft hands over the scars. He likes to map out every patch of skin that isn't the usual pale shade. Memorize them, connect the dots, and draw a picture so beautiful that John never forgets this, never forgets the feel of skin on skin and lips on hips and tongues against tongues.
Sherlock is careless with his transport, and it seems each night there are more bruises for John to catalog. He does so faithfully, patiently until Sherlock is writhing beneath him and begging. John moves slowly, so slowly, catching every mark before he presses his lips to Sherlock's.
John loves Sherlock's bruises. He has no shortage of them, but the ones that he likes the best are the red lines down his chest. The circular bruises on the skin where his shoulder meets his neck. The long dark bruises that wrap around his wrists. The marks John likes the best are the ones he puts there.
It just takes the slightest pressure, the smallest bite. Sherlock's skin colors beautifully with hardly any effort from John at all, and these marks he revisits the most. He wraps his fingers around the fading bruises on Sherlock's wrists and brings them back to life. He bites another spot into his shoulder, drags a red line down his back.
They all say “John,” even the ones John didn't make. They are his seal, his brand. Sherlock is his and he is not sharing. He loves when it's warm and Sherlock doesn't have to wear that scarf, doesn't have to hide those beautiful bruises across his shoulders, across his throat.
John doesn't have to fight for Sherlock. He has already won that war and Sherlock has the battle scars to prove it.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Prompt: John gets off on putting bruises on Sherlock.
Genre: Dabbley slashy goodness/character study
Rating: R.
Battle Scars
Sherlock's so pale, every blemish standing out, black on white. Marks and scratches and bruises, souvenirs of chases through London, stumbles and falls and scrapes. Torn up knuckles, elbows and knees rubbed raw, a deep gash from an overenthusiastic suspect.
John likes to run his tongue and lips across every mark on Sherlock's body, tasting and soothing every little bit of pain. He likes to run soft hands over the scars. He likes to map out every patch of skin that isn't the usual pale shade. Memorize them, connect the dots, and draw a picture so beautiful that John never forgets this, never forgets the feel of skin on skin and lips on hips and tongues against tongues.
Sherlock is careless with his transport, and it seems each night there are more bruises for John to catalog. He does so faithfully, patiently until Sherlock is writhing beneath him and begging. John moves slowly, so slowly, catching every mark before he presses his lips to Sherlock's.
John loves Sherlock's bruises. He has no shortage of them, but the ones that he likes the best are the red lines down his chest. The circular bruises on the skin where his shoulder meets his neck. The long dark bruises that wrap around his wrists. The marks John likes the best are the ones he puts there.
It just takes the slightest pressure, the smallest bite. Sherlock's skin colors beautifully with hardly any effort from John at all, and these marks he revisits the most. He wraps his fingers around the fading bruises on Sherlock's wrists and brings them back to life. He bites another spot into his shoulder, drags a red line down his back.
They all say “John,” even the ones John didn't make. They are his seal, his brand. Sherlock is his and he is not sharing. He loves when it's warm and Sherlock doesn't have to wear that scarf, doesn't have to hide those beautiful bruises across his shoulders, across his throat.
John doesn't have to fight for Sherlock. He has already won that war and Sherlock has the battle scars to prove it.
