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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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mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 03:57 am (UTC)
((Jeannot would be terribly embarrassed. I feel certain that he would pull through, though.))

Jeannot made a noise that was half-moan, half-whimper at the feel of Gabe's lips on his neck and arched against his body, fingers still working determinedly at Gabe's buttons. He finished with the waistcoat and tugged at the cloth, urging Gabe to get rid of it, and pulled away from his lover to work at his own buttons, shrugging off his coat in short order. He tangled his fingers in Gabe's hair and pulled him close again, kissing him with all the passion he'd kept in check around the other two men. Moving his hands to Gabe's lower back, he slid them underneath the other man's shirt and up his back, pressing Gabe closer to him still as he mapped his lover's skin.
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
((Or, you know, we could just post at the same time and confuse the heck out of everybody. Er. Sorry. I stand by my post, though, because I like Gabe half-nekkid.))

Jeannot yelped as the door behind him suddenly gave way and he tumbled to the floor, the impact taking his breath away. He was too winded to do anything but lie there, wide-eyed, staring up in mortification and horror at the two men who were staring right back at him.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 04:15 am (UTC)
((Linearness is for wimps. So's using real words to describe things. Also, I have a Sigerson at my beck and call? Everything I've ever wanted! Also, 'heap of gay.' <333))

Gabe was slightly unsure of what had happened. One moment he had his lover pinned up against a door, and the next both of them were sprawled on the floor. After he heard Holmes's voice, though, he knew exactly what had transpired. "I don't know what makes me angrier," he said, righteously pissed, pushing himself off of Jeannot and sitting upright, brushing himself off. "That you were discussing what we doing or that you actually thought it was appropriate to open that door."
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 04:32 am (UTC)
"Appropriate?" Holmes said, thin lipped. "Frankly, at this point, Rosenburg, appropriate is a miniscule and ever diminishing point upon the horizon. However," he added, "I'm right. That satisifies me." He shrugged. "Watson?"

Watson had stared for a moment, but he averted his eyes almost immediately. Now he turned to his friend in consternation. "Holmes, I absolutely cannot concieve - you are truly -" He settled for glaring hotly at him, but staring at Holmes had its own effects on his thought process. "Incorringible," he finished, somewhat lamely. "Now, I believe you owe these gentlemen an apology."
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 04:37 am (UTC)
Jeannot sat up carefully, actually glad that Holmes had interrupted them now and not in several moments, which would have been yet more mortifying, the way things had been going. He looked down, not wanting to meet Watson's eyes, especially, once more fearing his scorn, and gingerly felt at his hip, which had knocked rather painfully against the floor during his fall.
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 04:45 am (UTC)
"Your hip," Watson put in abruptly, noticing Jeannot's discomfort and his doctor's instincts beginning to react, "You've hurt yourself."

Holmes made a gesture as though it was not important, and then, looking rather distressed, turned away entirely, muttering something unintelligible.

Watson cleared his throat meaningfully. "I beg your pardon, Holmes?"

Holmes turned around, somewhere between exasperated and sad. "It was in the interest of science," he snapped, then turned on his heel to run up the stairs.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 04:52 am (UTC)
"Wow," Gabe muttered, a note of derision, watching Holmes flee. "That was mature." He stood up easily, having taken considerably less damage than Jeannot, and offered his love a hand. "I'm sorry," he said, though the entire thing wasn't his fault in the slightest. "You didn't hurt yourself too badly, I hope?"
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
"Hip injuries can be very painful, although I should hope that yours re not too bad. You only took a short fall, yes?" Watson inquired, as professionally as possible. "I should hope so. I realy do apologize on his behalf," he continued, totally flustered, "It was my fault. He continued to imply - and I continued to disagree - and - oh, I am sorry."
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
"Science?" Jeannot murmured, watching Holmes leave abruptly. He shook his head and looked up, taking Gabe's hand to pull himself to his feet. "I am only bruised, I think," he reassured Watson, not wanting him to worry himself. If he were anything like Henry, Watson would not take him at his word, but Jeannot felt that perhaps Watson was a bit more sensible than his young friend the doctor. Jeannot bit his lip and looked down, still holding Gabe's hand. "I ought to be sorry," he told his lover. "I should have more self-control." He looked up at Watson, remembering their earlier conversation, and turned pink.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:23 am (UTC)
"Self-control?" Gabe asked, slightly incredulous at the thought. "Jean, that's practically what closets are made for." He smiled at Jeannot, showing him he didn't mind. He was more amused by the incident than anything else. "And, Watson?" he added, somewhat icily. "Next time you decide to fight with Holmes, could you fight about something that's actually your business? Thanks."
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
"Fight - with Holmes?" The two words did not really connect in Watson's mind. "I wasn't fighting. He was only suggesting that. . .the natural course of nature would demand. . .and I was contending that. . .and it had nothing to do with your particular case. . .and," he added, becoming slightly more irritated, "Who was it that demanded his apology?"
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:37 am (UTC)
Jeannot stepped between his lover and his new friend to break up what was quickly becoming an argument. "Stop," he told both of them, glancing first at Gabe, then at Watson. "It is no one's fault, and we ought be polite to one another, if we are to be living together for any space of time." He smiled hesitantly at both of them, playing the peacemaker as he often did when arguments broke out between Rémy and Ivan. "Perhaps I ought to go to find M. Holmes," he suggested, feeling that Watson and Gabe could use a bit of time to work out their differences.
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:49 am (UTC)
"I am not sure that that would be such a good idea," Watson said tactfully. "I really think it is best to allow him to wallow - pardon me, I mean, some time to calm himself. He will see sense momentarily. Now, Mr. Bonnaire," he continued, the awkwardness of the situation removing his ability to call Jeannot by his nickname, "can you move your leg in a circle?"
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:52 am (UTC)
"No," Gabe replied, slightly less angry at Watson now that he was doing some good. "I suspect 'wallow' is a far more appropriate word."
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:55 am (UTC)
"Mr. Rosenburg," Watson said wearily, turning to Gabe, "I assure you that I could not agree with you more. But pardon me if I do feel a sense of loyalty to a man who has saved my life more times than I can count."
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 05:58 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head at Watson. "Jeannot," he corrected him, hoping that they were still friends, and obediently moved his right leg in a circle, wincing a bit as the skin stretched over what was probably fast becoming a bruise. He nodded at Watson and squeezed Gabe's hand, still sorry that he had been so reckless.
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:01 am (UTC)
"Hmm." Watson examined Jeannot's leg intently. "Yes, I think you should be all right, Jeannot." He used the name carefully, as though unsure if it would be acceptable. "It's only a bruise. Thank heavens, I believe we've all had enough misfortune for today. Just don't do anything too. . ." In spite of himself, he glanced at Gabe. "Vigorous."
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:15 am (UTC)
Gabe noticed Watson's glance and tried, for Jeannot's sake, not to let it get him too angry. "Don't worry," he said, not viciously. "I'll make sure he's careful."
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:20 am (UTC)
Jeannot blushed at Watson's glance, feeling a bit awkward. "Yes," he said brightly, trying to change the subject. "Do you think there is food, here? I am hungry." He shot a longing look at Gabe, wanting nothing more than to pull him into the closet again, but being careful not to shock Watson any more than he was already shocked.
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:25 am (UTC)
"You know," Watson said, smiling slightly, "I'm not Holmes, but I'm not an idiot, either. If you gentlemen would like for me to go away, you have only to say the word." Something in him cried out at the blatant condoning of gross indecency, but something else in him cried out at the other part of him to not be a hypocrite, you idiot. He had been pulled unexpectedly into a closet before.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:42 am (UTC)
"Holmes said we had a room upstairs and that there's a cot for us to set up," Gabe replied. "I think now may be a good time to do it, and that way everyone has some privacy." He paused and then amended himself, "Provided our room has a lock, so that Holmes isn't able to interrupt again." He then realized of whom he was speaking and amended further, "Provided it has a lock he can't pick, if such a lock actually exists."
simplysidhe
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:46 am (UTC)
"I regret to tell you that I very much doubt that it does," Watson said politely. "I believe your room is upstairs. The cot will be within the closet." He ran his eyes perceptively over the closet's inhabitants. "I think I should leave, and let you find it. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to call." He shut the door, and sighed. Holmes would be proud of his intuition.
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 07:09 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled kindly at Watson, pitying the poor man, stuck here in an unknown place without his wife, and with his highly-volatile former lover who was apparently off sulking somewhere else. He was grateful, however, to be left alone with Gabe, and took the opportunity to kiss him more gently, in penitence for being so hasty earlier. "I wasn't lying when I said that I was hungry, you know," he told him with a smile. "I just didn't say what I was hungry for." He grinned at Gabe, forgetting quickly about the world outside the closet.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 15th, 2007 07:33 am (UTC)
Gabe laughed. "I knew exactly what you meant," he said, kissing him again and wrapping his arms around him. "And you've only whetted my appetite, though I think we should probably set up our room now, even if only to prove to Watson that we possess some sort of restraint. Besides, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself further."
mouette_mots
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:15 am (UTC)
Jeannot grinned and kissed Gabe's cheek, the look in his eyes promising more kisses once they were safe in their own room. "Then let us find this cot now," he suggested, and looked around, quickly spotting one of the folding beds in one corner. He went over and tugged at it, hoping not to cause an avalanche. Fortunately, it came out of its spot rather easily, and he smiled at Gabe again, triumphant, in a much better mood now that it was just the two of them. "Help me carry this, aimé," he requested, voice light.
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