i_favour_you

Follows this.

It wasn't until he found the beach that he realized they had made it to Cape May. Of all of New Jersey, this was possibly his least favorite place. It was so nice here. Cosy shops, happy people, and homes that cost far too much money.

Also, art supply stores. Sherlock purchases the needle, thread, alcohol, and some glue. Can't look too obvious, even with the blood under his fingernails and the tears in his tee-shirt. Not long after, he parks the stolen car in front of a chain hotel and goes in as calmly as possible to book them a room. His body is vibrating with panic. He can't remain this calm for much longer. Watson is bleeding. She's injured. He has to smile and wait in line and be bloody calm.

He pulls a coat out of the bag of clothes to put over Watson's shoulders once he gets back to the car.

"There's a vending machine and room service," he tells her. "We can get you orange juice and water for the blood loss."

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formersurgeon

"Sherlock..."

She sighs, tilts her head back, gives him access to her throat, and runs the tips of her fingers along the back of his neck, following his spine.

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i_favour_you

He smiles against her skin. She tastes like sweat and herself and it's wonderful. Her skin is warm against his neck.

"Endorphins?" he teases, quietly.

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formersurgeon

"Endorphins," she agrees with a quiet smile. "You know, sex is a very effective pain killer..."

She moves her hand down from his neck and along his side, to tug gently at his shirt.

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i_favour_you

He grins, leaning back enough to let her pull his shirt off.

"For someone as wonderfully self-contained as you can be, you're full of surprises." In regards to her own shirt, he moves back to the scissors, holding them up with a questioning eyebrow.

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formersurgeon

"Self-contained doesn't mean I don't have wants."

She pulls his shirt off with her one hand, drops it off the side of the bed. When he holds up the scissors, she smiles, nods.

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i_favour_you

He moves forward, sliding the scissors up to the sleeve he'd already cut, tracing it up towards her neck. For every shear, he moves forward to press his mouth against the skin he exposes.

"Mmm, I can imagine," he says. And he can, vividly. "Of course, you could also always tell me..."

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formersurgeon

The slide of the cool metal against her skin, the press of his lips, is tantalizing. She laughs quietly at his words.

"You want me to tell you what I want."

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i_favour_you

He snips the sleeve off, and moves to the other arm, repeating the motion. Scissor, mouth. Scissor, mouth.

"Yes," he murmurs. "Please, Watson."

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formersurgeon

She draws a breath, closes her eyes. Those words, spoken against her skin. That please.

"I want you," she murmurs back. "But you want specifics, don't you?"

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i_favour_you

"You have me, Watson," he promises.

He gets the scissors to the neck-hole of her shirt, and begins to lower it down her torso, tracing his mouth along her collarbone, her sternum.

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formersurgeon

"You have me, Sherlock."

He starts kissing down her chest, and she makes a soft sound of need. She knows he will do anything she tells him. She wants him to touch her, to kiss her, to suck on her nipple and run his fingers over her folds and push inside her and make love to her until they both cry out in release. She wants it all.

But she wants him to have what he wants, too. She knows that he wants what she wants, and has a pretty good idea of how to make it that much better.

"Beg," she whispers. "Beg me for what you want."

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i_favour_you

He takes in a sharp breath at her words, and moves his head up to look at her. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated.

"Please," he begs. "Please, let me undress you."

He has no qualms about being submissive sexually. About giving in completely to the lovers he takes. And he has no qualms about wanting it, desperately, from Watson. To let her instruct him, control him.

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formersurgeon

She sees that look in his eyes, and she shivers.

Perfect.

"Yes," she says. "Undress me, Sherlock. I want to be naked for you."

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i_favour_you

He moves to her trousers, unbuttoning the top button to slide them down her hips. As he did while he was cutting off her shirt, he presses his mouth to newly exposed skin. The flesh below her belly button, the edge of her hip. Trousers gone, he kisses the top of her thigh, and down to her kneecap.

He doesn't pull off her undergarments. Not yet. He moves back up to kiss her again before his hand goes to unclasp her brassiere.

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formersurgeon

She traces her fingertips over his shoulder, then cups his cheek as she kisses him back. He undoes her bra, and she reaches up to slide the straps off her shoulders, wincing as she forgets and moves her bad arm.

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i_favour_you

He stops, looking down at her arm.

"You all right?"

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formersurgeon

"I'm fine, I just forgot that I can't move that one right now."

She reaches over to pull that strap down with her good hand.

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i_favour_you

He's seen her naked twice now, but he's still astounded by her. She's beautiful. He waits for her to lower the strap on the brassiere before he moves his mouth to her chest, pressing his lips to her breast and hovering them over her right nipple.

"Please," he begs again.

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formersurgeon

"Yes," she whispers, caressing his shoulders, running her fingers over the beautiful tattoo that decorates his shoulder and upper arm. "I want you to kiss my nipple, suck on it." She smiles slightly. "Bite it."

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i_favour_you

He lets out a small moan at her instruction. It's exactly what he wants, he wants her to tell him and---

Somewhere in his mind, he's aware that he should move more slowly with this. That his affection for Watson is about more than sex, and he shouldn't focus on it. But then again, the way she's whispering her instructions? How is he supposed to resist?

He presses his lips to her nipple, and then traces his tongue slowly. Not teasing, so much, but taking his time. Relishing in her every reaction. He moves in to graze his teeth, then to suckle.

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formersurgeon

There's no doubt in her mind that the love he has for her, the love she has for him, is more than sexual. Far more. Doing this now doesn't change any of that for her.

She draws in a breath at his lips, his tongue, and closes her eyes again, allowing herself to concentrate on the sensation. As he begins to suckle, she moans softly.

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i_favour_you

Oh, but that's a brilliant sound. He likes it. He wants it again. He bites, gently, while moving his hands to lower her panties.

He wants her. He wants her far more than he's wanted anything in quite a long time.

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formersurgeon

He bites, and she gasps softly before giving him that moan he wants. She shifts as his hands go to her panties. She'd do more to help, but she's still not nearly at full strength.

She wants to tell him, tell him how badly she wants him. She holds back, though, waiting for that word from his lips. That please.

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i_favour_you

He focuses on her right breast for a little while longer as she lifts her hips up. She asked to be naked for him, and who is he to deny her? He looks down at her body and lets out a low sigh. When he looks back up at her face, his expression is nothing short of reverent. Perfect, he called her. Perfect, she is.

"Please," he says. "Tell me what you want."

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formersurgeon

She sees that reverence, and it makes her heart quicken. She looks down at him with admiration and love.

"I want you," she answers quietly. "I want to make love to you. I want you inside me, and I want to come with you."