I wanted to write stitchlock a birthday fic and asked her for ideas. She suggested getting florid about John Watson’s eyelashes. So that turned into this:
At My Most Beautiful – Sherlock loves to simply watch John in the early morning light. Sometimes it becomes something more.
teaser below the cut
I lean against the doorway to our room, watching my lover sleep. A faint smile creases my features and there is a warmth in my heart. John always looks small in the early morning light. Awake, John is dynamic. He fills a room, or at least my mind, in a way most would never expect. And although here he looks less than imposing, underestimating John Watson is dangerous. I would know. He sleeps on his back, one arm tossed above his head. Though we had been intimate before falling asleep, sometime in the night he’d pulled on one of his undershirts, hiding his body from me. He is as self-conscious about his scars as I am of mine.
I turn my attention to what skin I can see and study his face. He is relaxed, softened. Unbothered by the nightmares that frequent us both. The steel blue eyes are hidden, golden lashes laying thickly on his cheek. He shifts as if aware of my gaze, eyes fluttering a moment before settling again. I cross the room and slip into bed beside him, sitting against the headboard as I resume my study of his careworn face.
An eyelash has fallen loose. I capture it and consider the way the light reflects the golden tones. Transfixed, I don’t realize he’s awoken until he speaks.