Lightsabers and chips

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Title: Touch, Pause, Engage (Third installment of the Uniform series)
Character/Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: c.2000 words
Genre: Smutty slash.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: n/a
Warnings: Sex. And a tiny weeny bit of possessiveness.

Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain: This version falls under the creative control of Messers Moffatt and Gatiss, and the BBC. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.

Summary: When Sherlock crashes John’s day out with the lads, John objects strongly to his choice of clothing. And lets him know. (Yes, more vaguely clothing related smut.)
Crossposted to: 221b_slash, johnsherlock, dispatch_box, cox_and_co.
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AN: I don’t even remember what I owed irisbleufic, but clearly there was something, because here is another installment of the porn I write when I lose bets to her. The opening paragraphs actually started out life as a series of text messages to stop her going spinny with boredom waiting for some test results, I think. There is possibly one more installment which is nothing to do with her but with someone else who suggested another outfit I could put one or both of the boys in. If anyone’s got any other suggestions for thinly veiled excuses to write smut outfits/uniforms you’d like to see, stick ‘em in the comments.


( Touch, Pause, Engage )

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Title: A soldier's life is terribly hard
Character/Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: c.2000 words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut. Unashamed smut.
Spoilers: n/a
Warnings: Outdoor sex.

Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain: This version falls under the creative control of Messers Moffatt and Gatiss, and the BBC. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.

Summary: Sherlock, John, a nice day and locale in London once infamous for trysts of a certain variety. Smut with a hint of military kink.

Sequel: Evening Dress

AN: I mentioned to irisbleufic that my brain was getting frazzled with fic and I should just write some porn to clear the air. She immediately requested St James’s Park. (While I was writing my own predilection for military trappings came into play slightly).

At this point xitheta offered to give me a beta, for which I am deeply hugely grateful. Unfortunately that was about half an hour before my most recent BSOD and I had a complete panic and shut everything down. What a horribly rude thing to do to someone. I am so sorry. rabidsamfan proceeded to talk me off the ledge and distract me with shiny things, and has helped me polish the final draft. Here it is.



( A soldier's life is terribly hard )