About another 700 rough draft words, some planning and a bit of editing.
*** “Where have you gone?” The words were a deep murmur by John’s ear. Sherlock’s fingers smoothed down John’s back, under the sheet, adding a slight ripple to the image in the long rectangle of glass. John turned his eyes away from it, tilted his head up and pressed his lips to the vibration in the long throat.
“Mind reading?” he whispered back, against the skin, eyes closed.
“I can tell when your focus isn’t on me. Always have done; it doesn’t take mind reading.” Sherlock turned his head, found the image floating in front of the leather-bound books. “Ah,” he said...
The image sounds more mysterious than it is. There are bookcases with glass doors across the room from the bed and John was noticing the faint outline of a shape under a sheet in the glass and it made him think of nights when he had been alone when he thought Sherlock was dead. That was where he had gone. His thoughts were in the paragraph just before this snippet.
I've read lots of Sherlock fic lately, and they tend to be quite uniform, unfortunately. You, on the other hand, write the boys in a completely unique way - it's amazing.
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on 2012-07-22 11:06 pm (UTC)***
“Where have you gone?” The words were a deep murmur by John’s ear. Sherlock’s fingers smoothed down John’s back, under the sheet, adding a slight ripple to the image in the long rectangle of glass. John turned his eyes away from it, tilted his head up and pressed his lips to the vibration in the long throat.
“Mind reading?” he whispered back, against the skin, eyes closed.
“I can tell when your focus isn’t on me. Always have done; it doesn’t take mind reading.” Sherlock turned his head, found the image floating in front of the leather-bound books. “Ah,” he said...
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on 2012-07-23 09:31 am (UTC)Image? Intriguing.
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on 2012-07-23 07:57 pm (UTC)The image sounds more mysterious than it is. There are bookcases with glass doors across the room from the bed and John was noticing the faint outline of a shape under a sheet in the glass and it made him think of nights when he had been alone when he thought Sherlock was dead. That was where he had gone. His thoughts were in the paragraph just before this snippet.
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on 2012-07-23 01:42 pm (UTC)You're having a very productive month!
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on 2012-07-23 08:28 pm (UTC)Pico does me a world of good!
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