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vulgarweedTitle: To His Watson Going to Bed
Author: Okapi
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 2042
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Verse: ACD books
Author's summary: Holmes recites poetry while Watson undresses. PWP. Poetry + prose.
Reccer's comments:
This is a multilayered PWP that unfolds like a complicated puzzle-box with nesting dolls inside, both in form and meaning.
There is a poem within the text, modeled on John Donne’s unbelievably steamy To His Mistress Going to Bed. The text of the story itself is a sextuple 221B-drabble (221 words, last one must begin with B). There are puns and plays on words and canon references and nods to the author’s other stories (not necessary to have read those).
And for all its cleverness, it never feels forced and the seams don’t show. The relationship between Holmes and Watson - the affection, the prickliness, the banter, the desire between them that has a three-dimensional lived-in quality, their lustful, appreciative ways with each others’ bodies and minds, is beautifully drawn.
And the poem itself. The lushness and lustiness of it is both elegant and filthy and it recalls Donne beautifully - like a glimpse of reddened ready genitals between parted silk. Holmes’s recitation building to its climax literally left me breathless; I could hear its rhythm so clearly.
If you have the slightest hint of a logophilia kink, do not pass up this one.
Excerpt: I coughed.
Holmes looked up.
I raised an eyebrow as if to ask, ‘Is there more?’
He shot me a hard look that said, ‘I’d be as dull as most of the criminal class of London if there wasn’t!’
And thank goodness, it was Holmes doing the reciting for once the poetry resumed, I was far too gone to do anything but leak and tremble, grip the furnishings and forget to breathe.
You and me both, Watson. Chapter one is the story with the poem integrated, chapter 2 is the poem left alone to stand up by itself.
Author: Okapi
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Length: 2042
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Verse: ACD books
Author's summary: Holmes recites poetry while Watson undresses. PWP. Poetry + prose.
Reccer's comments:
This is a multilayered PWP that unfolds like a complicated puzzle-box with nesting dolls inside, both in form and meaning.
There is a poem within the text, modeled on John Donne’s unbelievably steamy To His Mistress Going to Bed. The text of the story itself is a sextuple 221B-drabble (221 words, last one must begin with B). There are puns and plays on words and canon references and nods to the author’s other stories (not necessary to have read those).
And for all its cleverness, it never feels forced and the seams don’t show. The relationship between Holmes and Watson - the affection, the prickliness, the banter, the desire between them that has a three-dimensional lived-in quality, their lustful, appreciative ways with each others’ bodies and minds, is beautifully drawn.
And the poem itself. The lushness and lustiness of it is both elegant and filthy and it recalls Donne beautifully - like a glimpse of reddened ready genitals between parted silk. Holmes’s recitation building to its climax literally left me breathless; I could hear its rhythm so clearly.
If you have the slightest hint of a logophilia kink, do not pass up this one.
Excerpt: I coughed.
Holmes looked up.
I raised an eyebrow as if to ask, ‘Is there more?’
He shot me a hard look that said, ‘I’d be as dull as most of the criminal class of London if there wasn’t!’
And thank goodness, it was Holmes doing the reciting for once the poetry resumed, I was far too gone to do anything but leak and tremble, grip the furnishings and forget to breathe.
You and me both, Watson. Chapter one is the story with the poem integrated, chapter 2 is the poem left alone to stand up by itself.
