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Writing Meme

Meme stolen from capt_spork and suzie_shooter (which probably means I should post this twice but I'm not going to...).

The first TEN people to comment get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet on any Sherlock pairing/character of their choosing.*

In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.**

(1)  suzie_shooter Sherlock/Lestrade    Coffee
(2)  kalypso_v   Harry/Sarah with a side order of horrified!John Water
(3) capt_spork    Sherlock/Lestrade or just Lestrade   Sauce
(4) bedamn   Harry/Clara  Juice
(5)  blooms84    John  Tea
(6) misanthropyray   dark!Sherlock/John  Absinthe
(7) shehasathree Sherlock/John or John+Sherlock  Milk
(8) the_thinktank   John/Lestrade Barack
(9) ginbitch   Lestrade/Maurice  Madeira
(10) stellary Mycroft/Lestrade  Pop

* it has to be Sherlock because I don't write in any other fandom - but yes, you can ask for Lestrade/Maurice, or for characters mentioned but not yet seen (e.g. Harry, Clara).

**except that I am doing the suzie_shooter variation on the meme, in which this is not compulsory.


Mar. 5th, 2011 04:03 am (UTC)

Sarah splashes cold water on her face, grimacing at her reflection. Another short night, can't go on like this. But it's hard to say no once they start. Not surprising, really, after the longest dry spell she can remember. Probably would have been like that whoever she was with.

Hadn't expected it to be Harry Watson, though.

She knows all the stages, but it still doesn't explain it. Harry drunk and abusive, yelling the odds at Sherlock in Intensive Care after the explosion, both of them distraught about John. Taking Harry away and pouring coffee down her. Harry contrite and sober three days later, with tickets for that sold-out-for-months concert and a massive bunch of flowers. A steady stream of exhibitions, history walks, galleries. Then last week, and going back to Harry's after dinner at that French restaurant in Kensington, because the maître d' would obviously kill you if you asked for decaf. Harry's galley kitchen, no room for two people unless they'd already planned to end up pressing against each other.

She ties her hair back, pushes the hairgrips in so no unruly strands escape. It's no good: she still feels tousled, messy, as if the last few days are written all over her.

Stop grinning, you fool.

She walks into the waiting-room and sees him sitting there, looking tired and strained.

“Hello, John. What are you doing here?”

“Blames himself, the silly bugger,” Harry says.

“Anyway I told him to stop worrying about you and me and concentrate on getting well so he could come back to work.”

Harry laughs. “I bet that fixed him. Wish I'd been there to see it.”

“Could we stop talking about your brother now, please?” Sarah says.

She kisses Harry till they're both breathless, which shuts Harry up, but leads inevitably to other things which take quite a long time.

John really is a silly bugger, Sarah thinks, stretching and yawning pleasurably. As if all this is his fault for going off with Sherlock. Mind you, it's true that she probably wouldn't even have thought of Harry like that if she'd still been sort-of-dating John.

Although –

A memory from twenty years ago: the shock of cold water on a hot summer's day. Shrieking and splashing and laughter. Skinny-dipping in the stream with Simon and Laura, her first time. Heart pounding, and not just because of the sudden chill.

Laura surfacing to stand in the shallows, water streaming from her body. Don't stare, Sarah told herself, but she couldn't look away. Dark auburn hair and creamy flesh. Laura's full breasts and slightly rounded belly, nakedness making the curves look right, like something from a painting: a nymph, no, a goddess. The memory catching her unawares in bed later that night, making her gasp and shudder. We'll have to go swimming more often, Simon said afterwards.

But Laura had gone back to her job in London, and it had rained for the rest of the visit, and then she and Simon had split up.

“Who was she?” Harry asks. She looks amused, but not unkindly.

Sarah considers saying I don't know what you're talking about, but Harry adds “In my experience there's always someone. And I do know that look by now.”

Hardly surprising; she must have had plenty of practice. Another thing they haven't talked about yet.

“So...” Harry says, running her hands down Sarah's sides.

“Fuck off,” Sarah says, laughing and squirming.

“Tell me.”

“All right, damn you,” Sarah says. “She was my boyfriend's sister. And nothing happened.”

“But now it has,” Harry says, grinning.

“Shut up,” Sarah says, flushing scarlet.

“You're not sorry, are you?”

Oh, let's see. A drinker with a divorce still pending, who's her ex-sort-of-boyfriend's sister – and who quite possibly – given how much Harry's going on about John – only made a move because Sarah had been John's sort-of-girlfriend. Plenty to be sorry about before they're done.

Harry looks at her thoughtfully, then bends her head. The point of her tongue traces a slow line downwards from the base of Sarah's throat. She stops teasingly short and Sarah groans, hips jerking upwards.

“More?” Harry says.

Yes,” Sarah says fiercely.

She'll have regrets later. Right now, she's still making up for lost time.

Edited at 2011-03-05 04:05 am (UTC)
Mar. 5th, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Water

You pack so much gorgeousness into such a tight space. I love you stark, restrained style too - lends a really intimate air to this one! And dear God, that description of Laura... GAH!

Quite, quite wonderful!
Mar. 5th, 2011 02:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Water
squeee!! thank you so much! I am delighted you like this - I was really nervous about attempting it.

I had to cut it down a lot to get it the right length for comment!fic, but I think that was a good thing.

Mar. 5th, 2011 03:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Water
Thank you! I am very honoured to receive this, especially if it's the first femslash.

I love the fact that Sarah associates cold water with arousal, reversing its usual implications. And the repeated displacement from brother to sister, frustrated the first time but succeeding, even if the future's uncertain, now. And Laura... as ginbitch says... you remembered about that name, then?

Icon is Hera in the spring of Kanathos, or it is when I use it - I'm aware of other identifications.

Edited at 2011-03-05 03:22 pm (UTC)
Mar. 6th, 2011 12:50 am (UTC)
Re: Water
thank you - yes, it is the first! I'm so glad you liked it, and all those things especially.

and I'm very pleased that my fic!brain found the right name for Laura, however unconsciously.

*admires your appropriate icon*
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Mar. 6th, 2011 11:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Water
thank you so much! *blushes and squeaks*

I really wasn't sure I could write Harry at all because I see her so much from Clara's point of view - but bringing in the memory of Sarah's desire for Laura made it much easier.
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Mar. 6th, 2011 11:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Water
thank you - I did get them! and I will post the fics as separate journal entries as I've done with Coffee.

your comments always make me very happy.


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