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Home sweet home

((New post, because it is good for the universe. I would like to applaud all of the Cravat's fine members for not making a home/Holmes pun, nor yet a Holmesosexual pun. Not yet.))

Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stumbled out of the portal, Watson still a little wide eyed at the prospect of time travel, Holmes retaining his famous composure. They stood in wait of the others, avoiding each other's eyes.

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kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:51 am (UTC)
"I did," Gabe replied, moving slightly closer to Jeannot, glad that he had not shied away. "He and Holmes are quite the celebrities in my time, remember." He glanced at Holmes here, signifying that he wouldn't disclose anything important about the nature of the celebrity.
simplysidhe
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
"Yes, Watson, your somewhat over romantic chronicles of my cases seem to have been quite the success in Rosenburg's time." Holmes gave his first really relaxed, genuine smile in several days. "You are a famous author, my friend."
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:58 am (UTC)
Jeannot glanced uncomfortably at Holmes, feeling yet more ill at ease around him after his discussion with Watson about the unknown man at the bar. He shook his head, determined not to bring it up, and turned his smile on Watson. "A writer as well?" he asked. "You did not tell me that, my friend." Jeannot curled his arm around Gabe's waist. "Gabe is a writer too," he told the other two men, for lack of anything better to talk about.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 03:04 am (UTC)
Gabe laughed. "Unlike me," he said, cheerily if self-deprecating. "He has the distinct advantage of being any good." He kissed Jeannot affectionately on the top of the head. "I've read a good amount of your stories," he remarked, turning to Watson. "When I was younger, anyway, and had slightly more time for books. I quite enjoyed them."
simplysidhe
Jan. 14th, 2007 03:10 am (UTC)
"Oh my - really?" This deluge of compliments was beginning to make Watson go quite red. "Thank you very much, Mr. Rosenburg. I should greatly enjoy reading something of yours someday, I'm sure you are not half so untalented as you pretend." He studiously did not look at Holmes, a feeling of angry resentment beginning to tighten into a knot in his stomach.

Holmes stiffened, aware that something was wrong, but attempted to ignore it. "I am glad you find you have ground in common with Watson, Rosenburg. You shall be together for quite some time."
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 03:18 am (UTC)
Seeing the look on Watson's face, Jeannot pressed closer to Gabe, not wanting to be blamed when Holmes found out what he had told the doctor. "And how long will that be, M. Holmes?" he asked, hoping to avoid that touchy subject for as long as possible.
simplysidhe
Jan. 14th, 2007 03:34 am (UTC)
"As long as it takes for me to do something about the problem of Moriarty, M. Bonnaire," Holmes explained. "And no, Watson, I shall not accept your help."

"I wasn't going to offer it," Watson said evenly, skewering Holmes with a hurt look.

Holmes sputtered for a moment, unsure, and then was silent.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC)
"It could take him some time, bel," Gabe said, giving Holmes a puzzled look. Watson's reaction was entirely not what he had been expecting. Things between the two Victorians were even more stilted than before. What, he wondered, had changed? He decided to ponder it later, perhaps ask Jeannot's opinion, and gave him a smile before continuing. "But we'll have our own room, and there's a cot we can set up, as well. I even saw a set of paints in the closet, if you want them."
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 03:48 am (UTC)
((Is this a Magical Kinky Cravat Sex Closet, where anything can happen? ;-D ))

Jeannot dropped his eyes, feeling guilty that he had caused this rift between Holmes and Watson. He looked up after a moment at Gabe's words, smiling. "I would love to have the paints, aimé," he said, truly happy. At least he would have something to do, even if it meant painting each of the men here a hundred times. Jeannot glanced around at the bare walls and shook his head at how unwelcoming it all was. "Perhaps we might decorate this place a bit, as well," he suggested, looking at Holmes questioningly, hoping that would be allowed.
simplysidhe
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:02 am (UTC)
"Yes, you are a painter, are you not," Holmes said without a question mark. "I knew it from the moment I saw all the specks on your clothes." He gestured absently at the paint on Jeannot's coat.. "Never quite get it out, do you? Turpentine is best for oil," Holmes volunteered, not saying how he knew this.

Watson remained silent, in uncomfortable anticipation of Holmes's certain interrogation as to why he was so taciturn, but it did not come.
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:14 am (UTC)
Jeannot nodded at Holmes's suggestion. "We do use turpentine to thin the paints," he said, "so I suppose it might work well to use for cleaning as well." He looked at Watson, hoping that his new friend would be all right, and tugged at Gabe's hand. "Will you show me the paints?" he asked, hoping to have a moment alone with his lover, to get away from all this tension in the air between Holmes and Watson.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:23 am (UTC)
"Of course," Gabe answered, glad for any excuse to leave the two Victorians to their staring match. One could cut the repression with a knife, and he didn't like it. He led Jeannot into the closet, closing the door part way to afford both couples a bit of privacy.

It occurred to him that he hadn't made out in a closet since high school, but he pushed that thought to the top of his mind. "There's a few different kind of paints there," he said, and pointed. "And then there's a few cans of wall-paint on the floor, if you want those." He sighed, relieved to be free of the Victorianism he feared was contagious. "G-d," he murmured. "Just when I thought the two of them couldn't get more awkward."
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:36 am (UTC)
Jeannot stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the wonders of the closet with wide eyes. He didn't recognize most of what was in there, and even the paints were in some sort of odd metallic-looking containers. Gabe's last words made him start and look up guiltily, though. "That is my fault, aimé," he said quietly, hoping that the other two could not hear them, with the door half-closed. Jeannot sighed and reached out for Gabe's hand again, tracing the shape of his knuckles with one finger. "I should never have mentioned it," he whispered. "But-- Watson is married, and I thought that meant..." He trailed off, shaking his head at his own stupidity, and glanced up at Gabe, feeling terrible. "He is such a good man, and I made him upset," he murmured, guilty again.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
Gabe looked at Jeannot curiously and squeezed his hand. "Whatever happened," he said, careful not to push it. "It's probably more the fault of their prudishness than of you." He pulled Jeannot closer and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry about it, really." He smiled. "They'll be sleeping together again by the time we leave."
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 05:21 am (UTC)
Jeannot wrapped his arms around Gabe and held him tightly, not convinced, but willing to forget about it for the moment. He lifted his head and kissed Gabe soundly, pushing the strange events of the morning out of his head for a moment as he just enjoyed being so near to his lover. After a long moment, he moved apart from Gabe and brushed his cheek. "I'm sorry for this morning," he told him softly. "For Alexandre, and-- well, everything." Jeannot sighed and ducked his head, burying his face in Gabe's shoulder again, the feel of him more comforting than anything had been for a long time.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 04:46 pm (UTC)
Gabe sighed, lifting one hand to stroke the back of Jeannot's head, the other holding him in close. "Stop apologizing," he murmured. "You have nothing to be sorry about. What happened, happened, and, hell, if there actually is anything for you to be sorry about, I forgave you for it before it even took place."
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 06:54 pm (UTC)
Jeannot smiled into Gabe's shirt, relieved. He looked up at Gabe with slightly damp eyes, and pressed closer to him. "Thank you," he murmured, and leaned up to kiss Gabe gently with all the love he possessed, not caring for the moment that Holmes and Watson were just on the other side of the half-closed door.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 08:25 pm (UTC)
As far as Gabe was concerned, the entire world around them had stopped existing the second he'd taken Jeannot into his arms. He pressed into Jeannot's kiss, finally moving away for a moment. "Love you," he said, not caring if they were overheard, before leaning back in to kiss his love tenderly.
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
Jeannot twined his arms around Gabe's neck, pulling him closer, making the kiss last as long as he possibly could. At last, though, he pulled away slightly, smiling at Gabe rather breathlessly. "Can we just stay here?" he murmured, knowing they couldn't, but hopeful anyway.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 14th, 2007 11:19 pm (UTC)
Gabe laughed. "We should," he said, placing a kiss on Jeannot's cheek. "They can find a way to amuse themselves, even if it is being awkward and talking about Watson's wife." He kissed Jeannot right below the ear. "Being awkward is practically an art form for them, anyhow," he whispered, brushing his lips against Jeannot's skin.
mouette_mots
Jan. 14th, 2007 11:34 pm (UTC)
The feel of Gabe's lips on Jeannot's skin made him press closer yet. He shivered in pleasure, running his hands down Gabe's back, enjoying the feel of him so close. He realized that the door was still partially open, after a moment, and broke away from Gabe to push it closed, the thought of what Holmes and Watson would think of that barely crossing his mind. He smiled almost shyly at his lover, leaning back against the door as though to block out the rest of the world with the weight of his body. "It is difficult, to think of Watson as his lover," he said softly, just watching Gabe, admiring him.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 12:05 am (UTC)
Gabe sighed when Jeannot left his arms, reluctant to let him go, but didn't mind once he realized what he'd gone to do. "Isn't it, though?" he replied, smiling "The Great Detective having feelings!" He shook his head. "It makes a little more sense if you talk to him alone. He's trying to do the honorable thing and leave Watson to his wife, but, G-d knows, the honorable thing is hard. I doubt it'll stick for too long, especially since they're rooming together."
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 12:20 am (UTC)
Jeannot frowned slightly and shook his head. "Watson loves his wife," he told his lover. "And he is--" He bit his lip, trying to think of a way to say it. "He is a bit like Henri, about the idea of buggery," he said slowly. "I think he truly loves M. Holmes with his heart, but to sleep with him?" He shook his head again, looking sober, wondering suddenly what Holmes's relationship with the stranger in the bar had been -- if they were merely lovers, or if Holmes loved that man and was not being honest with Watson about his feelings. Jeannot sighed at the thought, hoping that it was not the truth, and looked up at Gabe. "And his wife is ill," he said, returning to his original thought. "He worries about her. I do not think that he will return to M. Holmes, with so much standing between them." And, he added in his mind, with what I told him, feeling guilty again.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
Gabe shrugged. "I suppose we could place bets, but I think that would be in slightly bad taste," he said, slightly puzzled by the guilty look on Jeannot's face. "What is it?" he asked, walking over to Jeannot and taking his hand.
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 12:49 am (UTC)
Jeannot squeezed Gabe's hand tightly, looking into his face. "Do you remember the man in the bar, chéri? The man who was with M. Holmes, whom he was embracing when we came back from the little room, after I painted you?" He shook his head, thinking that Gabe could probably guess where this was going.
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