the random icon meme

[nemuri]

 the random icon meme

1. comment with your character with character name and canon in the subject line. click random icon-- that icon will be your writing/scenario prompt!
2. taggers reply by also hitting random icon, and coming up with a response for that icon. try not to change the icons!
3. remember, your icons are the tag prompts!
4. rinse and repeat, be one with the madness  :)

Comments

[formersurgeon]

[She rolls her eyes at the kiss. So much for avoiding infection. As he heads to the bed, she takes off her shoes, and instead of answering him, she climbs onto the bed beside him, gives him a smile, then dips her head and starts kissing the bruises along his ribs.]

[attic_theory]

Spoiling me with attention then.

[He reaches down with one hand and runs his fingers through her hair, playing with the strands.]

[formersurgeon]

[She lifts her head and turns to kiss that hand, then looks up to smile at Sherlock.]

You defended a friend and got beaten up and thrown into jail for your trouble. The least I can do is make sure your night ends on a positive note.

[attic_theory]

I would say that was a positive note. This is much better.

[formersurgeon]

I think my checking account would appreciate not having to bail you out for the sake of a good night.

[She moves up, and kisses him on the lips.]

We're disinfecting your lip after this.

[attic_theory]

You don't have any infections I could catch. Stop worrying.

[He smiles affectionately at her.]

[formersurgeon]

They drilled infection avoidance into our heads in med school. Some things die hard.

[She kisses him again, though, slow and lingering.]

[attic_theory]

Think about something else for awhile.

[He tightens his hold on her hair and holds her into the kiss.]

[formersurgeon]

[She parts her lips, deepens the kiss, and moves her hand to caress his hip.]

Any other places I should check for bruising?

[attic_theory]

I'm quite tempted to lie.

[He smirks against her lips.]

[formersurgeon]

Of course you are. Let me save you the trouble. Where do you want me to kiss you?

[attic_theory]

[He sits up enough to trail love bites along her jaw.]

Use your imagination Watson.

[formersurgeon]

[She shivers at those bites, then moves to kiss along the side of his neck, biting gently.]

[attic_theory]

[He hummed his appreciation and lets his hands slide down her sides.]

[formersurgeon]

[She sits up and pulls her shirt off, dropping it onto the floor before leaning down again to trail more kisses and bites along his shoulder, careful to avoid any bruises.]

[attic_theory]

[He rubs his stubble against her neck, leaving trails of red against her skin.]

[formersurgeon]

[She laughs quietly, and bites harder.]

[attic_theory]

[He loves her laugh. It just encourages him to tickle her sides to hear it again.]

[formersurgeon]

[She flinches away and laughs out loud, then grabs his wrists and forces them down on the mattress above his head. She's straddling his chest and looking down at him, face close to his.]

Bad boy.

[attic_theory]

[He doesn't look the least bit repentant about her catching him. He stretches out underneath her, smirking.]

Yes, dear?

[formersurgeon]

You were arrested. I assume you were handcuffed. Do you really want me to handcuff you again?

[attic_theory]

If your laugh wasn't so appealing I would behave myself.

[formersurgeon]

So it's my fault.

[attic_theory]

And my lack of self control.

[formersurgeon]

Clearly you need me to control you.