[Sherlock Holmes] Watson, what has he done? Title: Watson, what has he done?
Fandom: Movies>
Sherlock Holmes Characters: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
Part: One shot
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1957 Warnings
: What if? Sentimental
WATSON, what has he done?
I brought Mary to know Holmes. For me it was important that the two knew each other, were both part of the my life and represented everything I had and that was more expensive in the world. Although I knew in the reluctance to meet him and Mary Holmes of jealousy towards her, I thought that they could spend an evening together without anything serious to happen. I was hoping that Holmes would have behaved in a manner suitable to a gentleman of course I was wrong to believe, indeed hope, that this was possible: Holmes was not able to behave like a gentleman.
And so I was in a popular restaurant with a wine that dripped from his face. I could not read his expression as he looked at Mary, and of course he did not expect such a reckless act on his part, but not there seemed to be left too bad.
The only person at that table that actually had been paralyzed as I was. It was I who had received a real cold shower. I did not know that Mary had been betrothed, I had not ever spoken, and I did not understand why, given that his former boyfriend had died, I did not understand what there was to hide. However, I understood why he was obliged to disclose at this moment: the acumen of Holmes was unparalleled, so logically unassailable and that she could not lie.
Mary got up and walked toward the exit, glancing. I had to follow it?
Holmes looked furtively, and he does not, however, was watching me.
I looked away from him. Really I should follow? I wanted it really?
No John, you do not want. I got the same, I wanted at least an explanation.
I awoke with a start and took the watch that I had put on the table: three in the morning. It had been years now that I lived with Holmes, and he was playing with his three beloved violin was amazing that my internal clock had been set that way, but I, every night at that hour, I woke up and listened to him play. In the beginning was the sound of the instrument to wake up, annoyed. I did not know say, when in fact he had become a secret meeting at night and listen to nice play, but I liked it. And most of all I liked him. I could not tell if he had guessed my feelings towards him, what is certain is that I avoided in every way to think of him, to no avail. I told myself that my feelings were against the moral, that he was a man, he did not feel the same, Mary was a bolt from the blue. I did not love her, but it was a good person, I loved her, and I was convinced it was the best for me, I could not have Holmes, and then it would be better for me to leave, but I had to find a plausible excuse Holmes to convince to let me go. But he he wanted me as a friend: he kept our friendship, even if I had to admit that deep down he felt jealousy towards Mary made me very happy.
I remembered very well when I realized that my feelings towards him went far beyond friendship had happened one evening a few years before, just at the same time. I woke up because of the sound of the violin, and, driven by a curiosity that I had never had, I was down at him, and as soon as I saw, I was immobilized. It was beautiful. His face was relaxed, and his eyes, usually concentrates were closed, lying down, as his forehead: his rigid shoulders were now relaxed. But the thing that struck me most of all was his smile: I had never seen him smile like that he was a true smile, devoid of any irony or malice.
smiled at that memory, waiting to hear that sound sublime to reach my ears. But I did not hear anything. It happened much more often than you could imagine in reality, which Holmes passed the nights away from home, this time as well as all the others, I was worried about him. But this time was different, and perhaps had not returned because they were too shaken by the fight with Mary?
John, but what do you think? Sherlock Holmes shocked by anything? I do not even move a mountain to that stubborn, narcissistic and ... beautiful ... shook my head in a vain attempt to drive out the last word from my mind. I could not sleep, I was thinking too much for him. I kept turning round and turning in bed, groped until I decided it was pointless to stay, and would be more productive to go and look. So I got up, got dressed and went asleep in London. I walked to the bar where I hoped to find one where the boxing matches were held, probably Holmes was there in the room above the bar that's reserved.
I entered the bar and I did give the key, then I went upstairs and opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. He was lying on the bed, fast asleep, an empty wine bottle thrown on the floor. I went and covered it with blankets. You are a stupid
John! How do you find it? In tears, because you're gone and you have followed rather than sit at the table? But this is what you want John. You want him, he just wants his friend. I turned to leave, but accidentally hit the bottle with a stick.
Holmes awoke.
"Doctor, what are you doing here?" As he spoke, his voice made even more hoarse from sleep, rubbed eyes with one hand and pulled it down, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed.
awake just how good God ... Scacciai this thought from his head and replied: "I was worried about you, Holmes. God only knows what such could eat it! "
" Why would I swallow God only knows what this very night? "
John, you put yourself in trouble! With what presumption you just have thought that Holmes was upset at the fact that you're gone? Your love is a silly way . Of the tears began
to sting his eyes, groping, trying to breathe deeply groped for not releasing the tears, and I was back to reality by the sound of his voice.
"Why is she here? It should not be to Mary? "
Oh, come on, as if she, Holmes! "I broke the engagement."
A flash came into his eyes and was so quick to hide that I thought essermelo imagined, but for a second I thought, I had hoped, it was joy. Driven by I do not know what courage, or madness, I sat on the bed, close enough to him.
"see Holmes, I would have readily accepted that she had already been engaged, that I could not accept is that she lied. "
What I could not accept is that I was taking away from you . I thought of you giving it to him. I did not ever. But his face was too close, do not think clearly.
"You know, Holmes, how I hate the lies."
And in my heart I was referring to me of lying, not that of Mary. I lied to myself, I would not be able to survive or to live without Holmes.
broke away from the back, a little closer ' me. I was captured by his magnetic eyes and her smell, a mixture of tobacco, wine and .... I went over to him a little ', inhaling her scent.
"It moss, Doctor. You know, my bath salts ... "
opened my eyes, do not even remember them closed! We were close, dangerously close. I was intoxicated by his scent, his eyes trailing me in distant and exotic places, I could not take his eyes from him, and suddenly, without lowering her eyes, I leaned over the little that was enough to give him a slight kiss on the mouth. As soon as I touched her lips but I came back to me and walked away. Oh
I did? The term of Holmes seemed to ask me what I had asked myself. Indeed.
"Watson, what has he done?"
I was deeply embarrassed, but not disappointed. I accepted my feelings toward Holmes, however this has not prevented me from blushing, while inventing an excuse that I could not have been drinking.
"Excuse me, do not know what I have got."
When I raised my eyes, since I had lowered my mouth had left her, I found his face in an instant from the mine. My heart skipped a beat, I heard him, or rather, I heard, clearly.
"Would you repeat doctor?"
Holmes looked at me, blacks and tousled hair, the mouth moist and a little 'brood, her eyes bright with desire.
I hear correctly? Really wanted to kiss him again? I thought he was jealous of Mary because he might take away his friend did not realize that he might take away Me
me I did not say it twice and I threw myself on his lips, clinging to his shoulders.
Holmes instead put his hands over his face, as to want to reassure her tongue while trying to open my lips. Let him, though I fear gripped her stomach hours. I have never seen such a thing happened, it was like kissing someone for the first time. But despite everything I trusted him: it was not like kissing someone for the first time, he would kiss
for the first time.
Our languages, just like two dancers who are dancing together for the first time, we study each other, but he and I explored a bit 'each other, wary of going there, but then the kiss became more deep and passionate . Seized by an impulse, I force it upon his shoulders, forcing him to lie down, and I settled on him.
Soon, however, we were forced to break away to breathe, though with disapproval by both, I could see happy, taken almost immediately to kiss his mouth slightly and gently this time. I could not help myself, I had dreamed many times that moment, I had long wanted to reclaim ownership of his lips, and were now mine. Only mine.
Holmes had her eyes closed, breathing with a little 'hard work, and run your fingers through my hair, sending me into ecstasy. I was forced to leave his lips: I did not want anyone could enter the most beautiful. It was nearly dawn now, and surely someone would come to throw off Holmes, and myself from the room.
I crouched down on his chest, wish they could do more; from care of his breaths and realized that he wanted to go further.
home. Now controlled. The encircled the waist with one arm, however, that I could do it. He also hugged me and began to breathe through my hair, by regularizing their breaths. I closed my eyes I was in heaven ...
Nothing could stop the magic of that moment, nothing but ...
His voice, tinged with irony, I was struck by the ears, back to Earth.
"And so, she hates the lies, is not it Doctor? I, too, I have lied many times, but she is still always come back to me. "
Ah yes, I forgot that I was Sherlock Holmes in his arms, and was not able to stand in silence for five minutes or do not make fun of someone. But I did not care, I was Sherlock Holmes in his arms and that was enough. I would have been enough for all.
"Oh shut up Holmes!" I said, a smile, I slipped from my lips.
