Fic Rec: Wild Kingdom

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Wild Kingdom by AxeMeAboutAxinomancy

Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 5,485 words
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None given
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: John knows Sherlock is experimenting on him again when he starts watching nature programmes, but he's not sure why.
Reccer's comments: I adore this fic because it had me chuckling aloud. Sherlock is witty and wicked in his attempts to determine what makes John aroused. For only reasons Sherlock (and the author) knows, he decides to use animal nature shows as his method for investigation. Craziness and sexual tension ensue! This line is now my personal motto and will always make me snicker: "The lion bites the lioness in the back of the neck." And John? Poor, confused, direct talking John suffers this madness while eventually enjoying a bottle of Talisker with Sherlock and arguing over cigarettes and kisses. This is part one of a now two part series, Lions. Read it all!

Fic Rec: Since Feeling is First

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Since Feeling is First by crocodile_eat_u
Length: 4440
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's Summary: It feels like falling, oddly, a dizzying sensation which bursts behind his eyes, pulling them further into his sockets until he feels like they’re going to implode violently in his skull. Sherlock is in love.

Reccer's Comments: The author characterizes this as 'dark fluff', which I find aptly fitting.  We have a sociopathic Sherlock who kisses John and then broods about it, although it's a good kind of brooding.  The author does a great job giving Sherlock's wonderfully disjointed thoughts coherency and fleshes out the plot with language that's lyrical without being showy.  

Excerpt:

He’s been kissed before, merely because he felt he needed to at that time. Four awkwardly curious kisses in his life, three of which he doesn’t hold in any high regard. His first kiss was from a little Indian girl with two braided plaits when he was seven. She sat at the back of the classroom, twiddling the tails of her braids as she scribbled in her notebook. Sherlock would watch her, his mind wondering what it would be like to pull those plaits, what it would look like if she didn’t wear them and let her hair down. He asked her how long her hair was, mainly for the sake of it, because as a seven year old boy, he knew no other way to express his odd affection for the strange girl. She smiles, braids his curls for him and kisses his cheek. It was pleasant.

His second and third kisses are uneventful.

Sherlock is certain he’s deleted them.

His fourth kiss, at the age of thirty-four, is from none other than John Watson.