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:
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.