Less than two weeks to Star Trek.
Say hello to the time of….Sherlock-in-Space Heels
Shoe: Alejandro Ingelmo
I pretty much love everyone in this fandom forever.
Satin - For buddens.
Goes perfectly with Atlin Merrick’s new fic on AO3
Bye, bye Olympics, you’ve been lovely.
John squinted at the sparkles. The blue, blue sparkles.
“I didn’t think it was possible.”
“What?”
“I’m sort of sick of them. All of them.”
Sherlock extended a leg and squinted at the sparkles. The red, red sparkles.
“Thank god.”
“You, too?”
“Days ago.”
“I mean I love the styles, but if I see one more Union Jack on one more shoe I’ll shoot on sight.”
“Well hurry then.”
“Hur—”
“Take these off me and start doing the thing you do when you put heels on me.”
“The thing I do.”
“Yes.”
“Which thing? The sucking? Licking? Fucking? Fingering?”
Sherlock cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“All right then.”
And that’s how John and Sherlock’s very own Olympic marathon began.
No one thought to time it, though…
— Fic: Atlin Merrick; shoe: unknown
John will be double-damned if they didn’t actually look good on him, too.
Not that anyone cares, but if they did, most would be surprised to learn John and Sherlock nearly share a shoe size. So when Sherlock tied the heels on him—”They look like the boots of a gladiator, John, very Roman”—not only did they mostly fit, but yes, they kind of made the good doctor look—
“Mirifice,” breathed the detective. “Splendidis, lorem, mirabilia, dulcis.”
John grinned, was about to say, I don’t speak Latin, my love.
“And so fuckable,” Sherlock sighed, pressing close.
But that John understood.
— Fic: Atlin Merrick; shoe by Prada
