KINKTOBER DAY 2
Oct. 3rd, 2017 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vulgarweedA 221B drabble per day (whether it’s a Sherlockian fandom or not), drawn from the kinktober kink list!
Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)
Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
A Firm Footing (Sherlock)
“Very steady footstool, Miss Adler,” said Mai the professional podophile. Many thought they could withstand this game, and most were wrong. Neither woman would forget the barrister that collapsed during the acupressure phase of the pedicure and smeared still-moist Pompeian Pomegranate everywhere.
“Irene, please,” said Irene, as she always did. The other woman shook her head and smiled, for she and Irene also had a game together. “But it’s listing a bit to the left I think.”
Irene gave a light slap to the footstool’s pale shapely arse, and one straining thigh shifted slightly to give a more solid purchase. Underneath, one could see that the footstool was aroused, but Irene knew that was a physiological response only, and what mattered most to the object was the energy in its brain. Helps it think, it said. Train the transport. Regardless, it loved the steadying pressure of Irene’s slender feet in the small of its back as her cuticles were massaged and her toenails painted. It was a matter of honour to it. She deigned to pet its dark curly hair and admire the architectural curves of its lean shoulders and arms.
Its sweat had a rich scent. Its nude skin was smooth against her heels. Sometimes it texted her hours later with news of a case breakthrough.
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(this is the second story I’ve gotten out of one semi-joke line in The Passion That Slays and Recovers. That fic is a gift that keeps on giving.)
Day 1: 1. Spanking | Sleepy Sex | Aphrodisiacs
A Boon to Diplomacy (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin/Thranduil/Bard)
Day 2: 2. Dirty talk | Watersports | Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
A Firm Footing (Sherlock)
“Very steady footstool, Miss Adler,” said Mai the professional podophile. Many thought they could withstand this game, and most were wrong. Neither woman would forget the barrister that collapsed during the acupressure phase of the pedicure and smeared still-moist Pompeian Pomegranate everywhere.
“Irene, please,” said Irene, as she always did. The other woman shook her head and smiled, for she and Irene also had a game together. “But it’s listing a bit to the left I think.”
Irene gave a light slap to the footstool’s pale shapely arse, and one straining thigh shifted slightly to give a more solid purchase. Underneath, one could see that the footstool was aroused, but Irene knew that was a physiological response only, and what mattered most to the object was the energy in its brain. Helps it think, it said. Train the transport. Regardless, it loved the steadying pressure of Irene’s slender feet in the small of its back as her cuticles were massaged and her toenails painted. It was a matter of honour to it. She deigned to pet its dark curly hair and admire the architectural curves of its lean shoulders and arms.
Its sweat had a rich scent. Its nude skin was smooth against her heels. Sometimes it texted her hours later with news of a case breakthrough.
***
(this is the second story I’ve gotten out of one semi-joke line in The Passion That Slays and Recovers. That fic is a gift that keeps on giving.)
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Date: 2017-10-03 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-04 10:26 pm (UTC)In this verse my headcanon is that Sherlock and Irene have a relationship that's kinky as fuck even though they don't fuck. Incompatible sexual orientations, but HIGHLY compatible ideas of what kinds of kink play are the most intriguing.