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Title: Take Me To Bed (Or Lose Me Forever)
Author: violet tinted pencil
Pairing: John Watson/fem!Sherlock Holmes
Length: 4,690 words approx
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Attempted Sexual Assault (off screen)
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: In which Sherlock is a soldier and John isn't that kind of girl.

Author's Notes: For a prompt on the sherlockbbc-fic kinkmeme, about potential sexual assault prompting virgin!girl!Sherlock to theorize that she ought to have sex with John; therefore, the story contains reference to an unsuccessful sexual assault on Sherlock.

Reccer's comments: This is a story of romance and misunderstandings. John has been attracted to Sherlock for most of the time he's known her but respects her decision to avoid relationships. He's therefore somewhat confused about her intentions when she comes onto him after she fought off an attack during a case.
The best genderswap stories still have characters intact and that's what's here! It is full of dry humour, which is only to be expected when it's told from John's point of view. John knows that he must be asking the wrong questions but he can't work out the right ones!
This is most serious and funny, as well as touching without getting icky! There is also a little side reference to some of the "First Time" tropes anyone who's spent anytime in fandom has to have seen!


Excerpt:
As he's ascending the stairs, he can hear that Sherlock's already in. She's sawing away at the violin, dizzily climbing trills ending in horrible shrieks, over and over and over. He grits his teeth and pushes open the door, feeling a sudden surge of nostalgia for his Mk 6 combat helmet, with the goggles and the netting. The Mk 7, he'd heard, was supposedly bulletproof. But no, it probably wouldn't have been much help against Sherlock Holmes.
"Sherlock!"
Perched on her chair, hunched over her violin, back to the room, Sherlock ignores him. John hangs up his coat, turns on the light in the kitchen, takes a moment to despair of the kitchen table, and heads back out into the sitting room.
"Sherlock. We've had this discussion." They have, several times over. Sherlock hates it when John acts as if he's got some right to know where she is, or where she's going. She calls it controlling. John calls it a tiny sop to his sanity. This discussion never goes well.