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Title: The Hardest Part
Author: [livejournal.com profile] wave_of_sorrow
Beta: the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] ladylovelace 
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Holmes/Watson
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,228
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't claim. No money being made.
Summary:
Their intimacy had clear boundaries right from the first day. There were lines they simply did not, could not cross.
Spoilers/Warnings: none
A/N: Fill for a prompt at [livejournal.com profile] shkinkmeme

Comments and ConCrit are love, bbs! <3



Admitting their feelings to each other was not the complicated part. It was embarrassing enough at first and for a few days they didn’t quite know how to behave around each other. But it was not the hard part.


The hard part was that Watson couldn’t just kiss Holmes. That they couldn’t have sex or even pleasure each other with their hands and mouths. That the most they could do was sleep in the same bed. Or feed each other. Or occasionally hold hands. Or very, very rarely snuggle on the settee on a cold Sunday afternoon. Their intimacy had clear boundaries right from the first day. There were lines they simply did not, could not cross.


Watson couldn’t even blame Holmes for it. Holmes had tried. They had kissed, they had caressed, but despite Watson’s best efforts, Holmes didn’t become aroused. Not once. Watson thought it was his fault, at first. He simply left the first time it happened. Left the room, left the house, left Baker Street. He felt ashamed, humiliated even. They loved each other, yet Holmes didn’t even get hard when Watson was stroking his flaccid penis, drawing back the foreskin to caress the sensitive glans, cupping his testicles, rubbing the hot skin of his perineum…nothing. No reaction at all.


Watson hadn’t walked far before he realised that however humiliated he might feel, Holmes would be feeling even worse. He limped back to Baker Street as fast as he could, hobbling up the stairs and throwing open the door to Holmes’ room. Upon seeing the curiously small, miserable form of Holmes on the bed, still naked, his knees tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped tightly around his legs, Watson quickly discarded his hat, coat and shoes, not caring where they fell. Sitting on the bed next to Holmes, he gently pried his arms away from his legs, and, after his initial reluctance, Holmes practically threw himself at Watson. Wrapping his arms around Holmes in return, Watson manoeuvred them into a comfortable position and held Holmes shaking form as hot tears of shame and embarrassment rolled down Holmes’ cheeks.


Looking up at Watson with wide, tearful eyes, he apologized for being so inadequate, for never getting things right when it came to Watson, for being such a blundering idiot. Watson held him closer, rubbing Holmes’ back and kissing his face, whispering reassurances, telling him he had nothing to apologize for. Holmes burrowed his face in the crook of Watson’s neck, gently rubbing his nose along Watson’s jaw and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Blushing, looking down, he asked Watson to undress too. And Watson did.


That night was the first time they slept naked together. In the dark, confessions were made, fears were revealed and promises were uttered. In the dark, silent tears fell and reassurances were whispered. In the dark, Holmes told Watson in a hushed tone how he only wanted him to be happy, as he traced moonlit patterns across Watson’s skin. In the dark, Holmes kissed the scar on Watson’s shoulder, calling it starburst tissue, a supernova on Watson’s skin. In the dark, Watson let tears slip from behind closed eyelids, as, with childlike innocence, Holmes called him beautiful. In the dark, Holmes whispered I love you, as if it were a secret. And Watson treasured it like a precious gem, kept it safe.


The first was not the last time they tried. It wasn’t that Holmes found the touches unpleasant, he found them quite enjoyable at times, it was simply that, try as he might, he did not find them sexually arousing. After Watson had run out of techniques and ideas and Holmes was quite sore and frustrated with both of them, Watson began to consult medical books. Day in day out he was looking for some mysterious disease, some anomaly that might cause Holmes to become impotent. Nothing. Then came the alternative medicine, homoeopathy, as Watson insisted on calling it. Teas and salves and lotions and incense sticks and dried herbs and expensive scented oils. None of it worked.


They still slept in the same bed, but gradually began to inch apart, preferring to sleep on their respective sides of the bed rather than in the middle, a tangle of sleep-warm limbs. There was a tense air about them. Watson’s patients wondered at the change in him, his sudden briskness, his impatience. Holmes’ clients barely noticed any change, but Holmes got slapped across the face a bit more often than before. Mrs. Hudson learned to avoid even the doctor as much as possible. And then began the fighting.


Neither of them can remember what started it all, but both of them can remember how quickly the downwards spiral, from a meaningless argument about “It was your turn to take Gladstone for a walk!” to “This is all your fault!”, began. Insults were thrown about carelessly. Low blows were dealt out without second thought. Holmes’ drug use was blamed. Watson’s expectations and pressure were blamed. And then the line was crossed. It started as Watson called Holmes inhuman, damaged, unlovable. Holmes called Watson a cripple, disgusting, useless. Or maybe Holmes started it. Does it matter?


Holmes took to sleeping on the settee then and Watson, though he was too stubborn to retire to his own bed, turned his back to him if Holmes did come to bed. They barely spoke to each other unless it was about a case or they were insulting each other. Even as they decided to let the matter rest for a while and Holmes crawled into bed beside Watson, head resting on his chest, they didn’t speak. In the dark, there was silence. In the dark, their hearts were heavier than in the sunlight. In the dark, Holmes said nothing. In the dark, there were no more supernovas.


Until, one morning, as Watson was trying to untangle himself from Holmes whose backside was pressed against his morning erection, Holmes took Watson’s arms and put them more tightly around himself, rolling his hips gently. Watson gasped, biting his lip and murmuring a warning Holmes. But Holmes simply sat up, pulling Watson with him and looked at him seriously.


“How would you feel about me being present while you masturbate?”


Watson sputtered, staring at Holmes with unbelieving eyes. Holmes looked back hopefully, mustering a brave smile even as he blushed a lovely shade of red. Watson never could deny Holmes anything. Especially not when it was apparent how very hard Holmes was trying to please him, to earn a genuine smile, to do the right thing. Watson gently smiled back, cupping Holmes’ stubbly cheek and giving him a nod, before leaning back against the headboard and, upon Holmes’ request, slipped his trousers far enough down to reveal his hard cock.


Watson felt awkward at first, doing this in front of Holmes, but after overcoming the initial embarrassment he found himself quite enjoying Holmes’ presence. Holmes simply sat back and watched Watson pleasure himself, eyes flitting over Watson’s face, his flushed neck, his swollen cock. And despite Holmes’ passivity during their encounter, Watson found that it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was neither masturbation nor sex. It was somewhere in between. And being in that place made him feel infinitely more vulnerable.


His climax came quickly and intensely and he felt boneless and exhausted afterwards. Holmes gathered him up in his arms and, stroking Watson’s side and kissing his face, Holmes held him until he had caught his breath. And for the first time in all those months Watson noticed that it wasn’t Holmes’ cock that didn’t respond to his ministrations; Holmes didn’t respond.


After that first time, they engaged in this activity on a regular basis. They tried out different ways and positions; spooning with Watson rubbing his cock against the soft curve of Holmes’ arse, panting against the back of his neck, Watson perched atop Holmes’ chest, oftentimes finishing off on his neck or chest, sometimes Holmes would even palm Watson through his trousers. But they found that they both – especially Holmes – enjoyed it most when Holmes was simply holding Watson as he masturbated.


During those times Holmes always lay flat on his back, mostly clothed, while Watson lay on his side, naked, half draped over Holmes’ warm body. Watson nuzzled Holmes’ neck, breathing him in and licking at the salty skin there. Holmes hummed and rubbed his back as Watson rubbed his hardening cock against the rough fabric of Holmes’ trousers. Watson rolled and pinched his own nipples, gasping against Holmes’ throat, running his nose along his jaw and sucking on his earlobe. Holmes tilted his head back, giving Watson better access to his throat, hissing only slightly when Watson nipped too hard at fragile skin, leaving curious patterns behind, like constellations of unnamed stars in unknown skies. Watson sucked and licked, creating a purple-red mark, the Orion Nebula, Holmes smiled to himself.


Watson simply buried his face in the crook of Holmes’ shoulder then, cupping his sac, squeezing and kneading, keening low in his throat. He slid his foreskin up and down the swollen head of his cock, covering and revealing the glossy skin. Closing his fist around his cock, he slid it up and down a few times, pre-come making the glide slick. He groaned and burrowed his nose deeper into Holmes’ neck, his shirt, anything, needing to smell Holmes, needing to feel his warmth.


Sometimes Holmes brought a small vial of oil with him, wordlessly handing it to Watson. With a low moan Watson coated his fingers with the lubricant, hooking his top leg over both of Holmes’ as he reached behind himself. He circled his puckered entrance with one slick finger, before pushing inside, throwing his head back and groaning loudly as he felt himself clench around the intruding digit. Breathing through the pain, he wriggled his finger around, pressing down on his prostate, making his entire body seize and spasm and pre-come trickle down his cock. Holmes’ encouraging voice in his ear, yes, like that, imagine it’s me doing it to you…


Soon enough he had two fingers buried inside him, fucking himself back on them, frantically rutting against the junction of Holmes’ hip, his throbbing cock leaving sticky trails on Holmes’ clothes. He arched his back, scissoring his fingers, stretching his tight hole and making his cock jump. Holmes held him closer. Shh, calm down…it’s alright, old boy…I’m here…I’m here… Holmes rubbed his back as a sweat broke out over his skin, trickling down his spine and gathering in the hollow of his throat. Mmm, yes…that’s it… Watson became frantic then, his movements speeding up, slamming his fingers into himself and rubbing his cock, wet and red, against Holmes’ thigh. He keened in frustration, his face flushed and sweaty, as he fucked himself on his fingers, pushing down on his prostate until every jolt of pleasure hurt, every twitch of his cock made him choke and gasp, yet his orgasm remained well out of reach.


Shh…slow down…slow down…it’s alright…just calm down…slowly…slowly…
And Watson took his throbbing cock in hand, stroking himself off at a slower pace, fingers thrusting into him more slowly too. His movements soon began to speed up again as he felt his climax build. His skin felt tight, he felt hot, like he was boiling, his temples were throbbing and his hips bucking into his fist as he moaned incoherently.


For the last few moments Holmes bent his head and captured Watson’s mouth in a sloppy kiss, tongues sliding and licking, teeth colliding and sinking into soft flesh, Watson groaning into Holmes’ mouth. And then Watson was coming. Thick, hot spurts of come shooting onto his own hand and Holmes’ trousers as he clenched convulsively around his own fingers, a guttural growl ripped from his throat. Holmes kissed him through it, waiting for Watson to ride out the last waves of his orgasm.


Afterwards Watson went limp in Holmes’ arms, breathing heavily, sleepy and satiated. Holmes cleaned them up and, after removing his own soiled clothing, curled up with Watson. Then, it was always Watson who held Holmes and Holmes who draped himself over Watson.


Despite Watson’s doubts about this concept, he couldn’t deny that he was thoroughly enjoying himself and even he couldn’t misread the content, satisfied look on Holmes’ face. And so, it became a routine of sorts.


And in the dark, stars glowed on the skin of Holmes’ neck and sparkled in the skies in his eyes. In the dark, scars became supernovas, starburst tissue, a shooting star frozen in place. In the dark, Holmes called Watson beautiful. In the dark, Watson was blinded by the glow of Holmes’ moonlit skin, running his fingers over scars and bruises as if they were Braille, telling unwritten stories. In the dark, Holmes whispered I love you, the trust in his voice taking Watson’s breath away. And Watson cherished the precious gem, given to him so long ago without ever asking for anything in return.


The hardest part, however, was learning to accept the fact that Holmes was quite happy as it was. Learning that sharing a bed, sleeping together, a thumb stroking the inside of a wrist, a bite of toast fed during breakfast, a cold Sunday afternoon spent in companionable silence, could be more intimate than sex.
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mothergoddamn.livejournal.com
YOU....JUST...GET...BETTER.

SAW THIS AND THOUGHT OF YOU:


OH! And your other fill? *points at icon*

Date: 2010-05-21 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
HNNNNNGGGGHHH *clutches panties* WANNNNTTTTTT.

*ahem*

Thank you, bb! <3

Ahahahaha, of all the things in that fic you chose THAT?! <3

Date: 2010-05-21 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inesdelsol.livejournal.com
That night was the first time they slept naked together. In the dark, confessions were made, fears were revealed and promises were uttered. In the dark, silent tears fell and reassurances were whispered. In the dark, Holmes told Watson in a hushed tone how he only wanted him to be happy, as he traced moonlit patterns across Watson’s skin. In the dark, Holmes kissed the scar on Watson’s shoulder, calling it starburst tissue, a supernova on Watson’s skin. In the dark, Watson let tears slip from behind closed eyelids, as, with childlike innocence, Holmes called him beautiful. In the dark, Holmes whispered I love you, as if it were a secret. And Watson treasured it like a precious gem, kept it safe.

the most beautiful part ever. The rest is hot and intimate but skin like night sky and stars and supernovas... pure beauty. Pure.BEAUTY. Thank you for sharing.

Date: 2010-05-21 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm happy to hear you liked it! <3

Date: 2010-05-21 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] capaow.livejournal.com
You are seriously one of my favorite authors.
But I think you already knew that.
Your diction is so beautiful and poetic!
I love reading whatever you write! ♥
you always leave me speechless, and I love that.
I hope to read more. :)

Date: 2010-05-21 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Why, thank you! That is high praise indeed! I'm glad you enjoy my writing. <3 Thank you for the lovely comment, bb! ♥

Date: 2010-05-21 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wlk68.livejournal.com
Bittersweet and beautiful. :)

Date: 2010-05-21 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! ♥

Date: 2010-05-21 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] driftwoodq.livejournal.com
OH THANK YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. I'm so completely brain-dead that the only thing I can currently do with my five remaining braincells is choose icons and read porn. And I had no porn.

And then I checked cox&co and saw this. And now I have porn. Congratulations, you have managed to give me maybe one more working braincell. 8D

Date: 2010-05-21 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it and that I gave you a braincell! :D

Date: 2010-05-21 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flyingichthyo.livejournal.com
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD YOU HIT MY KINK BUTTON.

Over and over. So good.

*drags on cig*

Date: 2010-05-21 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
:D Glad you liked it! Thanks for commenting! <3

Date: 2010-05-21 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gracefulfool.livejournal.com
Oh, my goodness, this is gorgeous! I love the language in the dark, quiet, intimate moments - whispers of supernovae and starbursts - especially. And somehow in the midst of those quiet moments there is blistering heat! Amazing. I'm always happy to see your name pop up on a fic. :)

Date: 2010-05-21 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm always happy to hear people enjoy what I write! ♥

Date: 2010-05-21 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] genagirl.livejournal.com
This was simply wonderful! I love how you managed to make the accepted interpretation of Holmes as - asexual or non-sexual anyway, and still imbibe it with his love for Watson. That's what I saw in Holmes' eyes when Watson talked of his leaving and marrying Mary. This was so beautiful, the way that it because right in the darkness and that somethings really are more intimate than sex. *mems*

Date: 2010-05-21 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad this worked for you! ♥

Date: 2010-05-21 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lily-the-cheese.livejournal.com
My my my, interesting concept indeed, old chap.
I can safely say, I have not read anything like that before. Though of course, it makes perfect sense. Holmes is precisely the sort not to be turned on by sexin's and lovin's.
Only to see his Watson happy. Nice insight into...whatever it was.
Hmm...to improve (because all writers like to be told that!) you might want to use less slang terms in the descriptions...such as 'spooning with Watson rubbing his cock against the soft curve of Holmes’ arse' That just seemed a little out of place with the rest of the fic. And um...I think that's about it.
Keep it up, chum!

Date: 2010-05-21 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you very much for the lovely comment! I always love to hear what people think of my writing and I'm very grateful for your suggestions! Since I'm not a native speaker I sometimes use slightly out of place language without noticing, so thank you for pointing that out to me! ♥

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From: [identity profile] lily-the-cheese.livejournal.com - Date: 2010-05-21 11:29 pm (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2010-05-22 01:11 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ruyu.livejournal.com
I enjoyed this very much.

Watson hadn’t walked far before he realised that however humiliated he might feel, Holmes would be feeling even worse. This just broke my heart for Holmes and Watson. Lovely writing, XD.

Date: 2010-05-22 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!

Date: 2010-05-22 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stephiel.livejournal.com
This fic is sheer poetry!
So poetic and seductive.

MAJOR awesomesauce, bb. <3

Date: 2010-05-22 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm very happy to hear you liked it! <3

Date: 2010-05-22 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heeeeres-katey.livejournal.com
Even as they decided to let the matter rest for a while and Holmes crawled into bed beside Watson, head resting on his chest, they didn’t speak. In the dark, there was silence. In the dark, their hearts were heavier than in the sunlight. In the dark, Holmes said nothing. In the dark, there were no more supernovas.

</3 oh my god you have killed me.

Date: 2010-05-22 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
I'm going to take this as a compliment, yes? <3 Thanks for commenting, bb!

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From: [identity profile] heeeeres-katey.livejournal.com - Date: 2010-05-22 02:22 am (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2010-05-22 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightrobin11.livejournal.com
Wow, wow, well done! This, to me, was a hard prompt to fill, but you did it beautifully! Poetic, even! You really made intimacy more than sex, and it was very touching. The ups and downs and the low blows and the romanticness of them in bed together,... their relationship was just so real and tangible, it was just very beautiful and well written! Fabulous job, my friend. ^^

Date: 2010-05-22 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! It was a bit hard to write at times, especially since a big part of this is taken from my experience (I feel very much like Watson in this), but I'm glad I convinced myself to write this my way. It's always nice to hear people enjoy what I write. :) <3

Date: 2010-05-22 03:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sylvanwitch
This was lovely, descriptive and erotic and detailed and beautiful. Thank you for sharing! :-)

Date: 2010-05-22 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you for commenting! Glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-05-22 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] outofmymind.livejournal.com
This is so beautiful. I especially love the continuing them of "in the dark" and how it's when they're lying in bed that they seem to realize how much things have changed. You broke my heart a little bit there in the middle, but you patched me back up again just before I could break into tears.

Date: 2010-05-22 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you, bb! I seem to have a thing for writing angst that's going to slooowly tear your heart in two. But I do try to patch it up again! Here, take a bandaid! <3

Date: 2010-05-22 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krytella.livejournal.com
I really enjoyed this story. I'm not asexual, but I've had plenty of non-normal sex and just times when I don't want to be touched and don't find it arousing. Sharing a partner's orgasm is still sex to me. And sex is not what makes a relationship. You show that really beautifully. I often avoid stories with asexual!Holmes involved with Watson because I find it depressing, but you make me believe that it could work and be wonderful.

Date: 2010-05-22 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I've been in this situation myself, though not as Holmes, so it was somewhat hard to write about. But from experience I can say that such a relationship can work, in fact, it worked better than most other relationships I had. I'm very glad to hear this story seemed realistic to you! <3

Date: 2010-05-22 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asummersdance.livejournal.com
Wow, what an interesting, different way of looking at sex (or lack there of). The melancholy-ness was sad but what the fic deserved. Very, very well done!

Date: 2010-05-22 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad it worked for you!

Date: 2010-05-22 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ewanspotter.livejournal.com
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.

Date: 2010-05-22 03:23 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-22 09:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunquistadora.livejournal.com
You made this beautiful, touching, AND hot! Marvellous <3

Date: 2010-05-22 03:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! ♥

Date: 2010-05-22 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blacktablet.livejournal.com
And in the dark, stars glowed on the skin of Holmes’ neck and sparkled in the skies in his eyes. -- And Watson cherished the precious gem, given to him so long ago without ever asking for anything in return.

I'm trying not to cry at the sheer beauty of that paragraph, of the love in their relationship, but as the screen before me appears quite blurry, I think it's a losing fight. I mean, the whole fic is fantastic with them not quite knowing what to do and fighting, and then figuring it out and, augh. I loves ♥

(For once I have a tiny bit of concrit to offer. :D It's about the last two paragraphs. You see, personally I think that ending the fic after the paragraph I quoted would be better than ending it with the additional paragraph after it. The part about other things being more intimate than sex is important to the fic, but I feel it breaks the flow of reading a bit. "The hardest part", even though it's been mentioned nowhere, sort of comes out of nowhere after a really beautiful paragraph about them in the dark and how Holmes loves Watson. Idk, just a gut feeling. :3)

Date: 2010-05-22 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Comments like yours always make me insanely happy. I adore hearing exactly what people think of my writing, especially when it comes with a side of ConCrit! ♥

Firtsly, thank you! I'm happy to hear you liked this! ♥

I admit, I wasn't quite sure about the ending, either. But since I started the whole fic with how admitting their feelings wasn't the complicated part and that figuring things out after that was the hard part, it kind of made sense to me to end it with what "the hardest part" was. But maybe that was a bit too vague. At any rate, thank you for pointing that out to me, bb!

Date: 2010-05-24 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caleno.livejournal.com
words escape me ... beautiful is about as good as I can do. Thank you Soooooooooooo much for sharing

Date: 2010-05-24 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you for reading and commenting! I'm glad you liked it! ♥

Date: 2010-05-25 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baracudaboy.livejournal.com
This was very bittersweet, and I think thats why I liked it so much.
I read a lot of fanfiction, and yes, hot hot sex is amazing to read about...
but this, there was something so special and human and precious about this, I teared up at one point when you went on about each of them, comparing things to constellations.

Wonderful, beautiful piece. :)

Date: 2010-05-25 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm happy to hear you liked it! Thanks for reading and especially for commenting! ♥

Date: 2010-05-26 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kichisama.livejournal.com
oh that was sad, but of course I loved it~!

Date: 2010-05-26 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you, bb! ♥♥♥

Date: 2010-05-27 07:16 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] staringiscaring.livejournal.com
Wow, this is wonderful and so unexpected. I've never read a sherlock holmes fic before and I'm glad that I started with this one.

Date: 2010-05-27 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Oh, wow. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it, then! Thank you for reading and commenting! ♥

Date: 2010-05-31 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] viva-gloria.livejournal.com
I'm increasingly captured by the notion of Holmes (esp. movie!Holmes) as asexual, and this nails it (oops, perhaps not best choice of words): it's intimate and hot and still keeps the nature of that limit, that boundary, quite clear.

Date: 2010-05-31 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wave-of-sorrow.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad this worked for you! ♥
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