Fic: The Alabaster Box: R/Mature

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Title: The Alabaster Box
Rating: R/Mature
Length: 500
Content Notes/Warnings: Holmes/Watson; foot fetish; a bit of kink negotiation, non-con foot touching.
Summary: Holmes succumbs to temptation.
Author's Note: Last of the my temptation in the Bible fics for the monthly prompt. From Luke 7: 37-50.


“I should like to see you dry them with your hair.”

“Watson!”

That a most observant detective had failed to realise that he was himself being observed said everything about the situation.

Holmes’s face was stricken; his mouth frozen in a gasp. He resembled a common criminal in the moments before apprehension, when he still believes flight is a viable alternative.

“Well, you’ve anointed them,” I said, “kissed them, I doubt you washed them with your tears, but…”

“This is unforgivable, inexcusable, unpardonable.”

He made to rise. I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“What? Drawing me out on a lengthy, exhausting adventure which ended in my taking an unscheduled dip in the Thames?”

“No, you wouldn’t have allowed me to pursue the blackguard alone.”

“Indeed, I wouldn’t. Shall I forgive you for ensconcing my bedraggled form before a roaring fire, pardon you for filling my belly with scrumptious duck, and fussing about me with blankets and toddies in much the fashion of a mother hen?”

“I placed my hands on your person, in a most intimate manner, whilst you were sleeping without your permission.”

“I seem to recall you laying chemicals on, and removing, my eyebrows once. That was also without my permission.”

“That was an accident!”

“And much less pleasant than this,” I replied with a gentle smile. Then I looked down at my two features of interest peeking out from the mass of blankets.

“So, feet?”

He nodded. “They were dry and warm and I’ve not been able to observe them at such length before, I could not, no,” He curled away, “I chose not to resist the temptation. If you wish to leave, sever our partnership, I understand. I beg no scandal, but…”

“Holmes.”

Those grey eyes, will I ever tire of them?

“The Duchess gave you that scent.” I indicated the alabaster box beside him on the rug.

“You said you liked it.”

“I do, but it’s hardly worth—“

His expression garroted my statement.

“Finish.”

He stared at me, speechless, motionless.

“Whatever you’d like,” I said, wiggling my toes. “Do you only desire to touch me or shall I touch you as well?”

At this, his eyebrows rose higher than I believed was possible.

He took my heels in his hands. “I might perform some rudimentary grooming, massage, and then…” He brought my soles to the front of his trousers; I kneaded my toes against the hardening bulge.

He closed his eyes and moaned my name. Then his eyelids fluttered.

“And after…?” he asked expectantly.

“Well,” I said, looking down at my swaddled form, “we could retire for the evening and you could fuss about me in much the fashion of a proud rooster, or perhaps an arrogant cock?”

I met his gaze once more and felt one corner of my mouth rise in a half-smile.

His eyes lit. “We shall go in peace,” he said.

“Never forget, Holmes, that it is our faith in each other which will save us.”

Comments

[debriswoman]

Goodness!
:-p

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm not crazy about this one, but I wanted to get one more in before the end of the month (for some unknown reason!). I've written a lot of foot fetish Holmes (or it seems like it). I don't know why I do it. I don't want to 'introspect' too much about it either.

[debriswoman]

May not need over thinking...you had an interesting theme for the month and carried it through well:-)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Holmes giving into temptation in such a lovely way :)

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I do think it's a nice Biblical scene.

[scfrankles.livejournal.com]

That is so sweet ^__^ It's rather touching - Holmes' guilt over his minor transgression and his willingness to take responsibility, tempered with Watson's understanding.

My favourite lines:

That a most observant detective had failed to realise that he was himself being observed said everything about the situation.

“I placed my hands on your person, in a most intimate manner, whilst you were sleeping without your permission.” “I seem to recall you laying chemicals on, and removing, my eyebrows once. That was also without my permission.”

“Well,” I said, looking down at my swaddled form, “we could retire for the evening and you could fuss about me in much the fashion of a proud rooster, or perhaps an arrogant cock?” ^__^

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I did like the eyebrow exchange. Not my most profound work, but let's end the month on an empathetic note (and a bit of word play, naturally, because we are we :)