Fic rec: "And They Are Not"

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Title:  And They Are Not
Author: jenwyrn
Pairing: Irene/Molly
Length: 770 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Verse: BBC Sherlock (although AU after Season 1)
Author's summary: They barely make it through the door, before Irene has her up against the wallpaper.
Reccer's comments: The author described this as porn-without-plot, but in my view there's plenty of characterization and context combined with beautiful prose. It's only short but I love the combination of great writing, reflections on Molly's life, and sex. In case you don't want to take my word for it, a teaser:

"They're not dead. They're here, and the world has conspired against them, has conspired with them, has played its hand, and somehow they're not dead. They're not dead, and Sherlock isn't dead, and John isn't dead, and Lestrade isn't dead, and London isn't dead, and, when Molly can feel her knees again – when Molly can peel her hips away from the shoe cupboard – she's going to take Irene Adler to the sofa, slide along her body, and let her tongue taste places her tongue has never known..."

Mods: may I have an Irene/Molly (or vice versa) tag, please?

Fic and Art rec: "The Heart of the Country"

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Title: A Map Of The Open Country Of John Watson's Heart & A Map Of The Fortified Country Of Sherlock Holmes's Heart and The Heart of the Country [accompanying fic]
Artist/Author: flawedamythyst
Pairing: John/Sherlock (though it could be read as friendship)
Length: 1,400 words
Rating: G | PG
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: none other than the elaborate title :)
Reccer's comments: This harmonic duet warmed my heart and so I decided it had to go here! flawedamythyst's drawings are clever and charming studies of John's and Sherlock's hearts as landscapes, both spot-on and observant in their accuracy, and very funny. (Cities called "Jam" and "Coat", I will say no more!)
And to top off the precious artworks, she wrote a ficlet to go with them, which is equally enchanting. I can't think of any other way to describe its charm without saying, 'Go look/read! You won't regret it.' A special little something.

Excerpt:

The soldier travelled through the Forest Of Logic, changing the routes of some of the oldest paths there until they revealed whole new vistas, then he stopped on the edge of it to regard the vast, empty Desert Of Intelligence. Sherlock was certain he wouldn't risk venturing in there – it was a lonely, desolate place, after all. He was proved right when the soldier turned towards Knowledge Heath, marching briskly through to the edge of Music.