#the harbour becomes the sea

“I can’t,” John breathes again, pained because he does so want to taste Sherlock. To be this close and come away with nothing will be a tragedy.

There are many adjectives that could be used to describe this fic: tender, sexy, hot, sweet, salacious etc. But the adjective that I keep wanting to use is “heavy”. The fic begins and there is just a weight on the entire encounter. It’s a precursor, almost, to the weight of what John and Sherlock are about to do, to cross the line from flatmates to so much more in the form of humanity’s favorite pastime. The fic is more of an artistic piece, trying to accurately describe the emotions and thought processes of the exchange, more so of John’s workings and his appreciation of Sherlock deepening. It’s very sweet and delicate and just all around artistically accomplished. MATURE READERS ONLY.

Words: 3,880

My Rating: A-/B+

Read it here, fic by scullyseviltwin

Review by: Taylor