if I knew myself, I'd run away.
So we all have to wait for 2013 for some more aired Sherlock, and being an impatient sort like many here, I’ve turned more than occasionally to fanfic to start structuring the waiting time.*
Fortunately there’s tons of it around, in all shapes and modes and sizes. Naturally the tension and affection between Sherlock and John Watson is central to the whole business, and a whole lot of fanfic pushes them, and the theme, into the physical and sexual realms at the earliest opportunity. (So what else is new? Fanfic.) Readers of my Middle Kingdoms fantasy novels in particular will have suspected in advance that I’ve got no particular problem with the merely physical aspects of the #johnlock scenario. The critical issue for me is how exactly the two principals are portrayed as getting there: after all, one does not simply walk into
MordorSherlock’s/John’s bedroom and go straight to the Roughly-He-Grabbed-His-[Slender]/[Broad]-Muscular-Shoulders,-Pulling-Him-Down-Onto-The-Bed-And-Ripping-Off-His-[Thin-Silk-Dressing-Gown]/[Thick-Soft-Aran-Jumper]… stage. It needs some time and finesse, and (obviously) the right emotional setup and conditions on both sides.
Oh, so many lovely old favourites!