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Fic: Christmas Present Part II - Petriepuss' Secret Lair

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“Holmes! What are you doing here?”

A flicker of uncertainty went through his face, but he was almost instantly fully composed again.

“Well, my dear Watson… It would appear that I am at a loss to come up with an answer for once; it has me completely baffled. I was hoping you would be able to shed some light into these … most curious circumstances.”

It was not until then that I noted we were currently sharing my single bed in a necessarily intimate fashion. Facing each other, our knees lightly touched while my arms still encircled him, the left arm tucked under his neck while the other gently draped over his waist. Lightly running my finger down his spine, my heart did a triple summersault when I realized that Holmes had nothing on under the bedcover.

I felt an involuntary tremor course though my friend, and looked up into a pair of blazing eyes; as if a heavy shutter was lifted, reveling a deep pool of swirling obsession. I found myself drawn by the vortex, as a helpless moth spirals into the flame.

For an undeterminable length of time, we held each other’s gaze. Tensions akin to a great summer storm engulfed us, where each bolt of lightening struck hard and true, stripping away reserved emotion, suppressed desire, and burning down all barrier and disguise. My heart thumped, each beat echoing the sound of a name.


My head felt dizzy as flashes of dazzling lights appeared in my vision, the sound of a torrent carried before thunderous heartbeats filled my ears; finally I remember the necessity of oxygen and took a deep breath.

Blinking my eyes, I realized I was mere inches from Holmes’ face. In the back of my mind, a warning vioce was pleading to be heard above the violence of my inner turmoil. The mind screamed “Pull away!” but the heart and body were held captive to the beautiful vision afore me. His eyes were now partially closed and unfocused. His hair was unkempt, and a few strands had fallen across his face. Trying to swipe aside this last barrier between us, my fingers crept up to brush them away, and then trapped themselves within the dark mane. My thumb traced a path along his cheekbone, slightly damp with perspiration, soft pink lips opened and closed, whispering…


Just a name, but somehow it contained an unspoken question, tentative anticipation and reserved longing. Holmes’ body had become completely stilled, eyes closed, only the quivering long lashes and rapid breathing betraying his nervousness and heightened emotion.

Feeling intoxicated, like a man possessed, walking slowly towards the edge of a cliff, terrified of what I was about to do which would undoubtedly destroy everything I had become so familiar with - but I realized I had stepped beyond the point of no return. Slowly and tentatively, I traced his eyes, his cheek and nose, and finally those soft silky lips with my own, tasting first the saltiness of perspiration and then the incredible sweetness of his mouth. Pliant and delicate it was, I traced each contour with the lightest of kisses; each contact brought forth a sense of binding and merging. Tenderness swelled my heart and overflowed with a sigh of pure happiness. “Holmes…” Gently rubbing against the hot, dry surface, I slowly ran my tongue along his lower lip, tasting something that was completely Holmes, a mix of mint and tobacco, with a warm musky scent that was totally enthralling.  

Then the dark insecurity accumulated through the years owing to his cold, aloof manner and his contemptuous remarks on softer passions raised its head. Cold dread again grasped my heart; what if this were a dream after all?

No, this couldn’t be a dream, I would not allow it! Biting slightly to gain entry, I drove deeper, recklessly seeking possession of his mouth. Exploring, capturing, ravaging… The first dueling of tongues sent waves of tremors straight through both of us. An intake of breath was the only reaction Holmes showed to this brutal invasion. Holding him tightly to myself, the cold visage of Holmes slowly dissipated under my burning administrations and replaced by an incredibly heated, sensual being writhing beneath me, incoherent cries escaping between tightly crushed lips.                     

Then I felt Holmes’ strong fingers plough through my hair, pulling me away. With forehead still leaning against mine, gasping for breath, he managed hoarsely: "Watson … Whatever it is we … are doing … We … need to stop …"




There was an inarticulate sound of protest from Watson, which was just as suddenly cut off when I flipped him over and pinned him against the bed. Breathing rapidly, I fought to gain my own composure, moved back on my haunches, and covered his kiss-swollen lips with my trembling fingers. With liquid fire coursing through my veins, I felt the room seemed to be swirling around me.

All from a kiss! It was just one kiss, get a hold on yourself!

Ah…but it was with Watson……My Watson.

With locked, heated gazes sufficient to kindle flames, both of us panting, I saw from his expression that Watson had misunderstood what I had just said. The look of anguish was like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart, unlike any physical pain I have experienced. Groaning involuntarily, I pecked at his lips affectionately, hoping to ease away his fear and heartache. Drawing a deep breath, I whispered against his ear. "I would keep on kissing you, my dearest Watson . . . but…" Right at that moment, there was a light knock on the bedroom door. Once again, my keen hearing had served me well.

“Dr. Watson? Are you awake?” Mrs. Hudson’s voice came tentatively from the other side of the door. With lightening speed, I sprang out of the bed and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing to throw over myself - Watson’s worn puce dressing gown.

Watson’s eyes widened and seemed to suddenly come awake as the fog of passion was drawn away by the interruption. The look of confusion on that disheveled face was totally endearing. I put a finger against my lips to indicate silence, before proceeded to answer the door.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas to you, Mrs. Hudson!”

“Mr. Holmes! I didn’t expect to see you here…”

“Yes, yes, I know, I just came to deliver Watson’s Christmas present.” I said off handedly.

“I see…” She took a nonchalant look at the tousled state of my hair and the dressing gown, and then continued on without turning a hair. “I came by to wish Dr. Watson a happy Christmas before I leave for my daughter’s house for the holiday. I have left a Christmas ham and other cold meats as well as potato salad in the fridge, and there is a Christmas pudding in the oven, ready to be turned-out in three hours. The maid I have already sent home to her family, so you gentlemen will be quite alone until New Year's, although I did instruct her to come and pick up your laundry the day after Boxing Day.” Taking a slight breath, she flashed me a quick smile, “You look after each other now, and I will see you after the holiday.” With that last remark, she turned and went down the stairs. Moment later, I heard the front door close.

Turning back to my friend, I lifted my left eyebrow. “Did I not tell you that Mrs. Hudson is truly a remarkable woman?”

Walking slowly and deliberately back towards Watson, I feasted my eyes on the charming picture of my handsome friend. Hair ruffled, face flushed; the top two buttons of his nightshirt undone, leaving soft brown curls peeking out underneath. His eyes sparkled with a gleam of mischief.

“What games are you playing at, Holmes?”


“Well, it is not every day one finds oneself waking up next to his naked friend. Is this your idea of a Christmas present?” Chuckling, he added, “Sherlock Holmes, throwing himself at his humble assistant, a mere mortal the like of one John Watson?” with that, he threw me a shockingly lewd look.

“My, my, I am stunned, is this any way for a gentleman to speak? Humiliating his poor friend who just happens to be as clueless as he on how he came to the said situation?”

“You? Clueless?” He burst out laughing “That is too much…Oh…Holmes!”

“Sorry… My hand seems to have developed a slight twitch….” With that, I landed a second well aimed blow to the side of his face with one of the down pillows.

“Well, if this is how you like to play…” Grasping the pillow behind his head, Watson retaliated with a solid knock on my face before I recovered from my last swing. Laughing deliriously, we proceeded to pummel each other with large soft pillows. It was as well that no one was around to check on all the noise generated by two men behaving very badly. Soon we were both breathless with exertion and laughter and collapsed onto the bed.     

“I cannot remember the last time I had a pillow fight, why, this is harder than transfixing a dead pig with a barbed-headed spear!(1)”


“No disrespect intended my friend!” Feeling the mirth bubbling over, I forced my facial muscles to betray only the slightest hint of humor. Sliding my left hand towards him, I found his right and intertwined our fingers together. Turning to face him, I leaned forward, peering at him. “My dear Watson…… I shall never grow tired of your company.” With a quivering voice, I put forth my thinly veiled proposal.

“Nor I yours, Holmes.” He replied with such warm sincerity and love that I found my heart aching with fullness and left in no doubt that my long suppressed feelings were returned, in every possible way.

“Then this shall be a Christmas we shall not soon forget…”

With that, I brought up his hand, and, watching his eyes, started to slowly kiss each finger in turn, then teased him by holding one in my mouth, lightly sucking, nibbling on the tip. The effect on Watson was rather gratifying. Letting out a throaty moan, his eyes became darkened by irrepressible love and lust. The fronts of my dressing gown were roughly grappled, and I found myself once again drinking in the rich flavor of Watson’s mouth.


We almost did not get the Christmas pudding out in time.   



“A black cat?”

“Well, that was the only thing I brought back to bed last night from your room.”

“But I can observe no black feline hair on your bed….WATSON!! I am trying to examine evidence! Kindly remove your fingers from my…...posterior.”

“Sorry…My hand seems to have developed …a slight twitch….”




(1) This refers to the morning exercise Holmes took during the "Black Peter" case.

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Date:December 14th, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC)
Hee... This is really quite lovely. A nice little holiday fic... Mrs. Hudson truly is a remarkable woman. But is this the end? Will there be more stories? How, exactly, did Holmes manage to become a cat, and then a person again? Hmmm... *ponder*

By the by, it would be really awesome if anybody could manage a picture of Holmes and Watson in the middle of the pillow fight. Feathers flying, Holmes' dressing gown partially open, both grinning madly... ^___^ I love the imagery.
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Date:December 15th, 2005 03:04 am (UTC)
More more more.....I;m hooked. You write beautifully...am enjoying your H/W imensely.
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Date:December 15th, 2005 07:21 am (UTC)
Cute & sweet!
But I'm curious about cat!Holmes; as watson just imagining it all, or is there some supernatural powers at work here?
Date:December 15th, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
Ooh well done, that was excellent! Let us have some more, maybe?
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Date:December 15th, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
This was very enjoyable. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope there will be others in the future.
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Date:December 16th, 2005 09:40 am (UTC)

Thank you everyone for reading my first story!

Hi! Thank you everyone, your encouragements are just what I need for me to write again, and write I shall!
Yes, there will be more story on the "cat" mystery. I want to put together a "Blackcat" series. At the moment, I have three ways of how Holmes became a cat, and I am not sure which one I will go for yet.

Pinglederry - I will love a picture, but I want one right at the end, where Holmes was on all fours on the bed and examining the linen, when Watson sneak a couple of finger between the legs...HOT HOT...

Thank you Sparki! (blush) I think "unusual" would be the word I use, due to English is my second language. But I will take beautiful...Hehe

Hi! titc, I am thinking supernatural...

Thanks poison apple and evilleaper, there will definitely be more on the way.

I am away to a very remote part of earth for Christmas, no phone, no internet. So not sure when I will get the chance to post, but I will be writing for sure!
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Date:December 18th, 2005 07:45 am (UTC)
Aagh, I read this before work the other day, but didn't have time to comment properly, hopefully this catches you soon. Anyway, thank you for sharing your lovely story!! It was very charming and sweet (I see you have devised three separate explanations, each of which would cover the facts as far as we know them!) I am very curious of how Holmes became a cat, but also like it to remain a mystery! Well done. =)

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Date:December 18th, 2005 09:35 am (UTC)
Thanks octorber...
I think I have settled on my explaination now. But it might take two or three stories for the cat to come out of the bag...

And in the mean time, I will like to keep everyone (H and W included) in the dark, to generate lots of un-expected scences....

The main reason I want Holmes as a cat? It is the fastest way to have Holmes naked anytime, anywhere I choose!! :-) (Hehehehe...evil me...)
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