wave_of_sorrow ([personal profile] wave_of_sorrow) wrote2010-03-20 07:36 pm

Fic: "Fight or Flight"

Title: Fight or Flight
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG-13? PG-15?
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't claim. No money being made.
Summary: Holmes and Watson fight. Watson wonders about what could happen.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
A/N: Fill for a prompt on the kinkmeme. The request was for Holmes and Watson getting into a fight and somehow they end up very close together, completely still and the whole UST comes crashing down on their heads. I don't think this is what the OP had in mind, but I did my best.

 

Do you know that feeling? When time slows down, congeals and clots like hot blood, turns thick and sticky like honey, tangible, solid, before stilling completely. When between two heartbeats, between inhale and exhale, everything just stops. And you’re left standing there, lungs empty, heart still, eyes wide and mouth dry. Your muscles tense, cramped, paralyzed. That feeling of complete and utter clarity, of knowing. It’s that moment. That moment that decides everything. How you react will inevitably alter the course of your life, for better or for worse. That moment when all you know no longer matters. All the words of all the writers, poets, philosophers and intellectuals of this world are no use to you. Knowledge is useless, meaningless. What will you do? Fight or flight?

 

Watson’s eyes follow the crimson drop that drips from Holmes’ nose, watches its fall, sees it hang suspended in the air for the fraction of a stuttering heartbeat and with startling clarity he knows.

 

Knows that he will see the little droplet hit white fabric, be soaked up, watch bright crimson turn dull as it frays at the edges and  dries in the interval of one heartbeat. He will look up at Holmes, see his eyes darken with something more dangerous, more primal than anger. Hunger. He will see Holmes’ bruised, split lips, slightly parted and releasing panting breaths. The strong, rough jaw twitching with suppressed emotion threatening to break free. Will feel the clenching and unclenching of hands on his upper arms, short nails digging into warm fabric and hot skin underneath.  Will hear Holmes growl in the back of his throat, Watson. His name uttered as a threat, a curse, a vow, a plea.

 

Holmes will threaten Watson with the raw need and want in his voice. Curse him with the baring of his teeth for a split second. Vow to love him with the slight furrow of his brow. Plead with him to love him back with the tremble of his chin. And Watson will cup his face, wipe the blood away with his thumb before crushing his salty lips to Holmes’, staining them red.

 

A groan. Relief, pain and pleasure will all melt into one. They will tear off clothing, kiss roughly and messily. Teeth will clash, tongues will collide. The rough, slick slide of two strong muscles against one another will seem obscene as their mouths lock and cocks twitch. They will waste no time with foreplay. They will surrender to the need, the want, the hunger. They will be consumed by it, swallowed whole never to be spit out again. They will go into the very fires of Hell. And they will do it gladly, willingly.

 

Their hearts will ache and burn with the knowledge that first and last time are bleeding into one, the joy and the sorrow forever inseparable. And Love will stake her claim as they succumb to Desire, putting a brand, a mark on their racing hearts. The salt of a hundred unshed tears and sweat will mingle on their cheeks and for all the pain, all the grief in years to come they will not regret it. And they will know.

 

Know that nothing worth having comes without a price. Know that Life and Love are two cruel sisters, delighting in the sorrows and pain of others. Know that Desire’s blue flame will never be extinguished once it has put a mark on you. Know that love is many things, but that ‘easy’ is not one of them. But most of all they will know that happiness is always temporary.

 

Watson’s heart pulses in his chest, his lungs release a panting breath as he sees the little droplet hit white fabric, be soaked up, watches bright crimson turn dull as it frays at the edges and dries.

 

He pushes Holmes away.



[identity profile] suspirando.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow.

Amazing~ ACK okay I don't know what to say, really, because I'm kind of reeling right now from that ending and the implications! Oh, he pushed him away.

A++

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! ♥

[identity profile] saharajara.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh how marvelous! I love the first paragraph, spot-on.

also this,---ah my heart is keening "The salt of a hundred unshed tears and sweat will mingle on their cheeks and for all the pain, all the grief in years to come they will not regret it."

and the ending, perfect.

:)

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed this, bb! ♥

[identity profile] sarisa-rahe.livejournal.com 2010-05-02 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I could actually see all of this happening in my mind. You wove it so vividly, that was amazing. But so sad, at the end...

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much! Glad you liked it! :)
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[personal profile] sylvanwitch 2010-05-03 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Excellent description, vivid imagery, and a really cutting climax. Bravo!

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!! ♥
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[identity profile] amaraal.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
He will look up at Holmes, see his eyes darken with something more dangerous, more primal than anger. Hunger. He will see Holmes’ bruised, split lips, slightly parted and releasing panting breaths. The strong, rough jaw twitching with suppressed emotion threatening to break free. Will feel the clenching and unclenching of hands on his upper arms, short nails digging into warm fabric and hot skin underneath. Will hear Holmes growl in the back of his throat, Watson. His name uttered as a threat, a curse, a vow, a plea.

*sigh* I wish I could write a screne like that on my own. Splendid. Awesome. I felt like standing in the middle of them - fascinated, rooted to the spot. Don't stop writing. Ever. Love u.

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow! Thank you so much! Very glad you liked this, bb! ♥♥♥

[identity profile] sanguineheroine.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ow. Great language, full of action and life and bright pictures, and one hell of a sucker punch at the end.

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-03 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you very much! :)

Tug of war, of the heart.

[identity profile] jetdart1974.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
You're not alive until, you feel the burn and race of passion. Watson's on the very edge of a downfall of love. He wants to denial it, but now that he knows, Holmes feels the same way, its only a matter of time, when Watson, will surrender, to his feelings.

Re: Tug of war, of the heart.

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
YES! I love that you picked up on that! I was trying to convey that even if Watson can push Holmes away now, in the end giving in to his desires and feelings is inevitable.

Thank you for the lovely comment! ♥

[identity profile] tinzelda.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
This was very well done - I don't know quite what to make of it, and I like that. On the one hand, the UST is delicious, but then the ending seems so sad. But then again, just that one little push doesn't seem like enough to deny all of the things he's just imagined will happened, now does it?

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-04 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
That was exactly what I was trying to convey! Even if this moment doesn't end well, it's just one moment. I'm very glad you liked it!

Thanks for commenting! :)

[identity profile] theprophetrass.livejournal.com 2010-05-27 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Brilliantly done, I was so caught up in it that I felt my heart stumble at the end there.

[identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com 2010-05-27 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! ♥

[identity profile] slashykink.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Stunning. I really like the style of it; it's a bit different than most of the fanfiction I've read, with the perspective and treatment of Love and Desire- and it works perfectly.