FIC 1: Not Just Pretty
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Title: Not Just Pretty
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Rating: G (or possibly F for fluff)
Length: 561
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, just love.
Betas: Thanks to my two groovy betas,dimbleroy and omletlove, for all their help. Any remaining weirdnesses are mine.
Summary: Sherlock wants Lestrade's opinion. Lestrade is understandably confused.
Author's note: This is my first fic. Ever. In any fandom. And yes, this bit of fluff was entirely built around a Firefly reference. Also, I'm not totally sure about this title, so if you think of a better one, let me know.
He was studying a particular map in the mess of information Sherlock called evidence when the consulting detective, who had been silent for quite some time, spoke. “Lestrade?”
“Mmm?”
“I...need your opinion on something.”
Lestrade quirked an eyebrow at this. Sherlock never cared a fig about anyone's opinion, except perhaps John's. “Uh, sure, okay. About what?”
Sherlock seemed to have trouble bringing himself to speak. “Would you say that I'm attractive?”
Lestrade blinked. That was definitely not a question he ever expected to hear from the man. “Sorry, what?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Attractive, Lestrade. Aesthetically pleasing. Handsome, pretty, lovely, et cetera.”
“I know what it means, Sherlock, don't be a git. Yes, you're a very attractive man.”
“Do you really think so?”
Lestrade was shocked to hear uncertainty in that voice. He considered the best way to assure the younger man that he was being honest. “Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion.”
“Because I'm pretty?”
“Because you're pretty.”
“Then why doesn't John want me?” The words burst forth, clearly without Sherlock's permission. His normally pale cheeks flushed red.
Lestrade was stunned again. “He does, Sherlock. I mean, honestly, have you seen the way the man looks at you?”
Sherlock looked doubtful. “How does he look at me?”
Lestrade struggled for the words to describe that look – the look that made you feel like you were spying on an intimate moment and should look away.
However, before he could come up with the right words, another voice spoke up from the doorway. “Like a man in love, I'd wager.” John's voice was soft and sweet. Sherlock whipped around to look at him.
“Of course I want you, Sherlock, how can you not know that?” John smiled. “You're not just pretty, Sherlock, you're beautiful. But more importantly, you're brilliant, and captivating, and fascinating, and wonderful. I love your beauty, but what I love most is what's below the surface.”
As Lestrade watched, the look that he had seen so often on John's face was reflected in Sherlock's. That look turned to one of wonder as John reached out and stroked Sherlock's cheek. As the hand slid from Sherlock's cheek to the back of his neck, Lestrade decided that it was definitely time for him to make a hasty exit.
As he closed the door behind himself, Lestrade heard the soft moans he associated with a particularly good kiss. He smiled and went downstairs. He still needed the information Sherlock had for him, but he could wait. A nice visit with Mrs. Hudson seemed in order. A nice long visit.
-end-
Title: Not Just Pretty
Author:
fanatikvaRating: G (or possibly F for fluff)
Length: 561
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, just love.
Betas: Thanks to my two groovy betas,
dimbleroy and omletlove, for all their help. Any remaining weirdnesses are mine.Summary: Sherlock wants Lestrade's opinion. Lestrade is understandably confused.
Author's note: This is my first fic. Ever. In any fandom. And yes, this bit of fluff was entirely built around a Firefly reference. Also, I'm not totally sure about this title, so if you think of a better one, let me know.
Lestrade was in the living room of 221B looking at the complex web of evidence Sherlock had pasted to the wall. Sherlock was grumpy and stubbornly refused to leave the flat. He insisted that the case was boring and since he was only doing it as a favor, the least Lestrade could do was come to the flat to hear the explanation and see Sherlock's proof, and while he was at it, bring a few cold cases with him - interesting ones - so Sherlock's brain wouldn't atrophy. John was at the surgery, leaving Lestrade no ally with sense and manners to help him, so Lestrade had come to 221B.
He was studying a particular map in the mess of information Sherlock called evidence when the consulting detective, who had been silent for quite some time, spoke. “Lestrade?”
“Mmm?”
“I...need your opinion on something.”
Lestrade quirked an eyebrow at this. Sherlock never cared a fig about anyone's opinion, except perhaps John's. “Uh, sure, okay. About what?”
Sherlock seemed to have trouble bringing himself to speak. “Would you say that I'm attractive?”
Lestrade blinked. That was definitely not a question he ever expected to hear from the man. “Sorry, what?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Attractive, Lestrade. Aesthetically pleasing. Handsome, pretty, lovely, et cetera.”
“I know what it means, Sherlock, don't be a git. Yes, you're a very attractive man.”
“Do you really think so?”
Lestrade was shocked to hear uncertainty in that voice. He considered the best way to assure the younger man that he was being honest. “Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion.”
“Because I'm pretty?”
“Because you're pretty.”
“Then why doesn't John want me?” The words burst forth, clearly without Sherlock's permission. His normally pale cheeks flushed red.
Lestrade was stunned again. “He does, Sherlock. I mean, honestly, have you seen the way the man looks at you?”
Sherlock looked doubtful. “How does he look at me?”
Lestrade struggled for the words to describe that look – the look that made you feel like you were spying on an intimate moment and should look away.
However, before he could come up with the right words, another voice spoke up from the doorway. “Like a man in love, I'd wager.” John's voice was soft and sweet. Sherlock whipped around to look at him.
“Of course I want you, Sherlock, how can you not know that?” John smiled. “You're not just pretty, Sherlock, you're beautiful. But more importantly, you're brilliant, and captivating, and fascinating, and wonderful. I love your beauty, but what I love most is what's below the surface.”
As Lestrade watched, the look that he had seen so often on John's face was reflected in Sherlock's. That look turned to one of wonder as John reached out and stroked Sherlock's cheek. As the hand slid from Sherlock's cheek to the back of his neck, Lestrade decided that it was definitely time for him to make a hasty exit.
As he closed the door behind himself, Lestrade heard the soft moans he associated with a particularly good kiss. He smiled and went downstairs. He still needed the information Sherlock had for him, but he could wait. A nice visit with Mrs. Hudson seemed in order. A nice long visit.
-end-
