OOC: IMPORTANT. About replies.
So, guys, uhm, I’ve just come back home and I feel very bad at the moment. I think it’s partly because of a contest I had today and it was truly terrible, but also weather is pretty screwed, so, uhm, I had a plan to reply to you all and I will do it but maybe later, if you don’t mind. At the moment I feel like eating something and maybe watching some movie or just going to bed, cuz… uhm, I’m very upset now and I believe that many of you know what it means to roleplay in a bad mood, it usually ends badly.
So, uhm, if you don’t mind I’ll just leave now, I guess. If you want to remind me about reply I owe to you or just talk, please send me an ask.
Also, uhm, is there anyone with MSN who wants to talk?
OOC: Replied to as many threads as I could. Now time for college. I don’t know if I eventually show up again today, so guys - have a nice day/night.
Accidents || Definitely-my-division
He nods and lets his fingers curl through Lestrade’s hair, being very delicate but sweeping his tongue over the seam of his lips. He shifted a little to get more comfortable and let one hand trail down Lestrade’s back, his lips parting a little to grant him access. He gently strokes Greg’s cheek with his thumb, cataloguing all of the sensory stimulation
His hands rested on Sherlock’s hips and he kept on stroking sharp hipbones with his thumbs, firmly keeping him in place. As soon as other man parted his lips, Greg deepened the kiss but stayed gently not wanting to startle the other. Small shiver ran down his back at the strange sensation like he was doing something forbidden, something he wasn’t allowed to do - not with Sherlock.
The doctor took it lightly, looking into the man’s eyes. Something haunted him, and he wasn’t sure what it was. He was not therapist, but he wasn’t ignorant either. ”Don’t worry about it,” the good man replied with a smile, “Do you want to see Sherlock now?”
Greg rubbed at his eyes as small yawn shook through his body, before he nodded lightly. “Yeah, sure. Still unconscious?” Though he seemed not to worry, he was blaming himself for the half of things that had happened lately, telling himself that everything could be prevented and he should be so harsh for the doctor.
Text messages.
Sherlock kept stroking his hair as Greg slowly slept, twirling it around gently between his fingers and breathing softly. He wasn’t going to sleep tonight, he was just going to watch the other sleep peacefully, providing a safe, warm, cocoon for the man he was holding. Greg’s phone rang around 3 hours later, a phone call from Anderson, it could wait, couldn’t it? He knocked the phone off and threw it onto the sofa opposite, throwing the interruption far away. He held the other close as Greg curled around him, mumbling slightly in his sleep although Sherlock couldn’t hear about what. He leant down, pressing a small kiss to the sleeping man’s cheek, watching as the other stirred slightly before settling again.
The point was Greg hadn’t been so relaxed for a very long time even though he had a slight signs of hangover. His mind always occupied with cases and John stealing Sherlock from him was keeping him awake almost all the time or bringing him nightmares he couldn’t fight down. Many nights he just stayed wide awake but tired not knowing what to do with himself as he slowly was losing the whole interest in any kind of sport. The warmth radiating from other’s body, something he could sense after years of marriage, was giving him one extra feeling - feeling of security. So the next time he woke up - with his neck stiff, but relaxed in general - Greg looked at Sherlock and blinked few times. “It wasn’t a dream.”
(Source: definitely-my-division)
Anderson was getting on her nerves. It was one thing for him to be an ass, but it was another thing for him to be an ass about people she cared about. He was ranting about Greg. And Sophia wasn’t going to listen to much more of it. Once he started in on the name calling, she had had enough of his mouth. She gave him a solid hit to the mouth, a grim smile adorning her lips as he began to cuss heatedly.
Few hours later he was already wide awake and a little less stressed when half of his work was handed to Dimmock (Younger DI had definitely too much free time.) so he could focus on something else. With his legs resting carelessly on the top of desk and some football magazine in his hands Greg was getting maybe a little more relax than he should, especially at work.
“Not so far and quiet, I like the idea.” Returns other man’s smile happily.
He takes Greg’s hand “So lets go.”
Squeezing other’s hand gently Greg takes him out (Give me a sec, bloody door doesn’t want to close again.) to the nearest park. He feels strange under the looks people are giving them. “So… Do you feel better or still stressed?”
“Its nothing illegal.” Dante jumped into his seat and drove off. Making many unnecessary turn to make sure Greg could not figure out where they where going. It took some time but they where there. “Don’t take it off yet!” He walked the detective up some stairs and through some doors. It got warmer but then slowly sounds of nature surrounded them. Dante walked away and hid. “Okay! Now~”
[All the time he was counting every turn and every straight way and judging the speed to even partly figure out where they might be going. When in the end Dante disappeared from the place by his side and Greg was eventually allowed to take off the blindfold, he did it with hesitation, blinking at the light.] Uhm… Okay…
(Source: definitely-my-division)
(Aw, its okay. John knew that. :) )
John looked at the older man worriedly. He called for a nurse and got him a heated blanket at least. John didn’t know how hard he slept so he didn’t dare to move the inspector. He just sat next to him trying to feel at least a little comfortable.
When he woke up suddenly because of images that ran through his head, he almost fell off of the chair. Blinking and groaning at his stiff neck Greg took couple of moments to calm down, then looked around the corridor just to notice John sitting next to him. At first he had no idea what to say, especially after what he had said before. “I’m… I’m sorry…”
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