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<p>As predicted, things are a bit scattered this week and blogging time is thin on the ground. But somehow conversation at our apartment wound its way around to the joys of kissing yesterday evening, and that made me think of this little gem of a fic from the superlative Miss Lucy Jane.</p>
<blockquote><p><span style="color:#741b47;"><strong>Title:</strong> Kissing John Watson</span><br /><span style="color:#741b47;"><strong>Author:</strong> Miss Lucy Jane</span><br /><span style="color:#741b47;"><strong>Pairing:</strong> John/Sherlock</span><br /><span style="color:#741b47;"><strong>Rating:</strong> PG</span><br /><span style="color:#741b47;"><strong>Length:</strong> 1900 words (one chapter)<br /><strong>Available At:</strong> </span><a href="http://www.misslucyjane.com/2010/10/kissing-john-watson/"><span style="color:blue;">MissLucyJane.com</span></a></p></blockquote>
<p>Fic authors playing with the BBC <em>Sherlock</em> universe tackle Sherlock&#8217;s sexual history and inclinations in a number of different ways, each of which presents its own charms and dilemmas for a writer of smut. One of the most charming iterations is a Sherlock who has just discovered, through his relationship with John Watson, a whole new realm of sensual experience that provides him with an explosion of data. Sometimes this Sherlock is overwhelmed by the flood of new information, and sometimes &#8212; as in this fic &#8212; he embraces it with the enthusiasm of a child in a chocolate shop.</p>
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