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alaylithTitle: Meeting of their Hearts
Theme: July Writing Prompt #09 - July 25
Prompt: Poem (use however it inspires you)
Meeting At Night, by Robert Browning
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
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Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: Sherlock, John
Word Count: 487
Summary: Sherlock can only relax when he is sure that John is still alive. And what better way to check than to feel his heartbeat?
A/N: Actually it should have been shorter and with a different main subject, but somehow it evolved to this. Had even to cut something, which will be used in another fill. :P
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Sherlock silently takes the steps until he reaches the upper floor and then moves soundlessly towards the bedroom door.
He opens it without hesitation and enters the dark room. Only the pale moonlight shines through the window, casting shadows on the opposite wall of the room.
John lies on his side, his face towards the window and the moonlight caresses his cheeks, while his chest gently rises in rhythm with his breathing.
Sherlock watches him for a moment and then steps to the bed. He pulls the blanket back, climbs into the bed and then covers them both again.
He presses his chest flat against John’s back and throws his arm over his body until his hand lies on John’s chest.
Closing his eyes, Sherlock is able to feel John’s heartbeat against his own, both meeting where their bodies touch and Sherlock finally relaxes.
“I am still alive,” John murmurs without any hint of sleep in his voice.
“But you could have died,” Sherlock says, an unexplainable shudder running through his body.
John opens his eyes to look out to the moon. “Then I would have been a lost piece in the Game, like all those others.”
“You are NOT a pawn,” a low growl behind his back and John sighs. “I am since the day I met you. Everyone turned to pawns when the Game started, Sherlock - with or without your acknowledgement.
But that’s okay.”
Sherlock blinks surprised. “Why?”
John turns slightly to look over his shoulder and Sherlock is taken aback by the expression in his eyes. Fondness, amusement, warm exasperation and beneath all that something Sherlock is not able to name, but his non-existing figurative heart flutters in recognition.
“Because I can only be used against you because you care, Sherlock. That’s all that matters to me.”
With that John lies back down. “And I swear to God I am going to kill Mycroft if any photo or video about you lying in my bed is leaked to anyone.”
Sherlock snorts. “There is no surveillance in our bedrooms, I check those regularly.
Talking about Mycroft – he owns a small house near the beach, surrounded by fields. There is a cove and rumours say that people disappear if they swim there at night.
I do not really care about myths, but it’s so boring here and I thought we could use a little vacation, away from these bumbling idiots of Scotland Yard and away from the preying eyes of my brother and ---“
“Sherlock,” John growls. “Shut up, I am trying to sleep.”
Sherlock huffs a laugh, before he settles down more comfortingly and hugs John even harder against his own chest.
“I will protect you,” Sherlock vows and John closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “I know…”
And within moments both are asleep; the moon being the only witness to their protecting embrace and the meeting of their hearts.
Theme: July Writing Prompt #09 - July 25
Prompt: Poem (use however it inspires you)
Meeting At Night, by Robert Browning
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Author:
alaylithRating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: Sherlock, John
Word Count: 487
Summary: Sherlock can only relax when he is sure that John is still alive. And what better way to check than to feel his heartbeat?
A/N: Actually it should have been shorter and with a different main subject, but somehow it evolved to this. Had even to cut something, which will be used in another fill. :P
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sherlock silently takes the steps until he reaches the upper floor and then moves soundlessly towards the bedroom door.
He opens it without hesitation and enters the dark room. Only the pale moonlight shines through the window, casting shadows on the opposite wall of the room.
John lies on his side, his face towards the window and the moonlight caresses his cheeks, while his chest gently rises in rhythm with his breathing.
Sherlock watches him for a moment and then steps to the bed. He pulls the blanket back, climbs into the bed and then covers them both again.
He presses his chest flat against John’s back and throws his arm over his body until his hand lies on John’s chest.
Closing his eyes, Sherlock is able to feel John’s heartbeat against his own, both meeting where their bodies touch and Sherlock finally relaxes.
“I am still alive,” John murmurs without any hint of sleep in his voice.
“But you could have died,” Sherlock says, an unexplainable shudder running through his body.
John opens his eyes to look out to the moon. “Then I would have been a lost piece in the Game, like all those others.”
“You are NOT a pawn,” a low growl behind his back and John sighs. “I am since the day I met you. Everyone turned to pawns when the Game started, Sherlock - with or without your acknowledgement.
But that’s okay.”
Sherlock blinks surprised. “Why?”
John turns slightly to look over his shoulder and Sherlock is taken aback by the expression in his eyes. Fondness, amusement, warm exasperation and beneath all that something Sherlock is not able to name, but his non-existing figurative heart flutters in recognition.
“Because I can only be used against you because you care, Sherlock. That’s all that matters to me.”
With that John lies back down. “And I swear to God I am going to kill Mycroft if any photo or video about you lying in my bed is leaked to anyone.”
Sherlock snorts. “There is no surveillance in our bedrooms, I check those regularly.
Talking about Mycroft – he owns a small house near the beach, surrounded by fields. There is a cove and rumours say that people disappear if they swim there at night.
I do not really care about myths, but it’s so boring here and I thought we could use a little vacation, away from these bumbling idiots of Scotland Yard and away from the preying eyes of my brother and ---“
“Sherlock,” John growls. “Shut up, I am trying to sleep.”
Sherlock huffs a laugh, before he settles down more comfortingly and hugs John even harder against his own chest.
“I will protect you,” Sherlock vows and John closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “I know…”
And within moments both are asleep; the moon being the only witness to their protecting embrace and the meeting of their hearts.
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Wednesday, July 25th, 2012
Date: 25/07/2012 22:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 05/08/2012 03:18 (UTC)I suppose you'll have to put these in order for me someday, so I can see how it supposed to fit in with the grand scheme of the story you're telling. Its not real clear from here.
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Date: 06/08/2012 08:58 (UTC)And yes, there will be a chronological master post for this prompts as soon as I finish them all (the JWP prompts + amnesty prompts + any more ficlets I need to write to finish the story). ^^
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Date: 06/08/2012 18:21 (UTC)no subject
Date: 07/08/2012 06:51 (UTC)