docwithablog | storyline one.

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[ He smiles very briefly at John's hushed words, the sharpness in his voice unmistakable. Who'd thought he'd like bossy!John quite so much? Who'd thought he'd be a turn on? Working in silence for a moment longer, very conscious of the minutes ticking by, his phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. On cue, brother dear. He gives John a look, then grabs his phone, gaze gliding over the screen quickly before he turns it in John's direction. take your time. - mycroft. Naturally, the underlying sarcasm's hard to miss, even by text, but his brother can be forgiven this time. This once. ]

There, you see. [ His voice is low, hushed, as he goes from one machine to the next. ] We're not the only ones with a stake in this particular little problem.

[ He pockets the phone again, keeps working. Watches the processes, the numbers, imagining the graphs and trying to calculate beforehand how they're going to turn out. Can't guess, mustn't. But there are signs. Implications. He shoots John another look, one eyebrow very slightly quirked before he gives him a slow but very obvious look-over, from top to bottom and right back up. His cock warms just slightly and he turns away quickly, willing himself to stay focused. It won't be too long and they'll be walking out of here, their sample well-analysed and the data, hopefully, magnified as a consequence.

And his John!file, expanded. ]

[ As a way of replying, quite pointedly too, Sherlock fishes out his phone and shows it to John, a very brief and very sarcastic message from Mycroft lighting up the screen. Okay, then, big brother's got his fingers in this particular pie as well, he shouldn't be surprised and perhaps, he isn't. The government wouldn't let anyone just wander onto a secret military base with secret military projects without some level of supervision. Especially not a far-from-private detective and his far-from-happy assistant, no. Watching Sherlock as he's testing away, John narrows his eyes at him and cocks his head, then runs his gaze over their immediate surroundings, still abandoned, Taylor not back from his apparently very pressing call. Then again, no one over the phone's going to comment on his bad shave, are they?

When he returns his attention to Sherlock again, the man gives him a look-over, the elevator kind, from head to toe, lingering somewhere nicely in between. They're definitely walking a tightrope here, because as much as John would like to bend him in over the counter, among all those fancy machines, and finger him until even Taylor couldn't ignore the sounds any longer, that's not happening and just because Sherlock can seemingly turn those -- instincts on and off, John really, really can't. Sorry. A small frown, then he leans right back in there. ]

Not warning me that this would happen -- a bit not good, yeah?

[ Not good, here, is pronounced somewhere between you've been very bad and don't get too excited for later and he licks his lips as he straightens up again, just in time for Taylor to return to the lab, looking flustered and a bit red, so either he's been eavesdropping which isn't very likely or he's been running. John walks slowly, calmly, back, placing himself next to the other man who mirrors him at attention. The minutes tick by.

Because they can take their time, apparently. ]

[ There's a moment of silence when Sherlock simply works in peace, drifting back into that very particular modus of thought that characterises his casework. One beat, two - and then, John leans into his personal space (scent of that subtle cologne he uses, very mild, just enough to layer his own, natural scent; a brush of clothes, Sherlock's upper arm, John's shoulder). A bit not good he says and it wouldn't be anything remarkable or new, except there's something... something very striking about the way he says it. His tone of voice. The implications. Sherlock blinks, fast. Loses sight of the numbers for a moment as he realises exactly what's just happened.

He made John tetchy. And in return... Because he's been a bit not good...

Breathing out harshly, he crumbles his hands into fists for a moment to re-collect himself. He registers Taylor's return vaguely, like a thoroughly irrelevant afterthought. God. Shaking his head, he drifts closer to John, making it look accidental - the way he touches their shoulders together again with a gentleness that says yes, all right though he isn't quite certain what he's agreeing to. Doesn't matter, really. Whatever it is, it'll be... good. Yes. It'll be fine. He puts some distance between them once more, purposefully so, and turns his attention fully back to the matter at hand. ]

storyline one.

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