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Filling Fest!
The Filling Fest Is Over. Thanks for everyone who participated!
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Pentanedione, Damascenone, Furanone, Vanillin 2/3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Lestrade knows better than to try and disturb him for a matter so inconsequential as the shop closing, so by the time he thinks to take a break it’s past seven in the evening. He tries to remember if he’s eaten today. Probably not; roasting days usually pass by without him acknowledging that the world exists, never mind trivialities like food. He sweeps his sweaty hair off his face and pads into the shop, where he can hear someone clattering about. John is starting to clean the machines, humming as he sweeps coffee from the grinder.
Sherlock watches with narrowed eyes as he meticulously cleans the machine. By the time he’s finished, it’s gleaming like new; John turns around with a sly grin, like he knows he’s just passed a test. There’s nothing worse than a barista who doesn’t respect the machine, who’ll over or under extract all the beautiful delicate flavours that Sherlock has coaxed out of the beans.
“Heading home?” John asks. “Or do you just sleep with the roaster?”
Sherlock gives a reluctant smile, “I’m going home. I have an experiment in progress; it needs documenting.”
He reaches into the fridge to take a croissant left from the morning and eats it in three bites, watching out of the corner of his eye as John follows the path of a stray flake of pastry down onto his bottom lip. Sherlock slides his tongue out slowly to pick it up. John looks away.
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When he gets home that evening, he tapes a piece of lined paper to his mirror and writes in precise cursive:
John
medium (sweet)
pentanedione
damascenone
furanone
vanillin
buttery honey, caramel (the curve of his neck would taste like burnt sugar)
He surveys the plethora of graphs, runs a long finger over the curve of a dark-roasted Arabica. More data needed.
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Every morning he catalogues. He wants to distil the very scent of John’s skin, his hair, his sweat.
A day comes when John stops wearing aftershave and Sherlock almost gives in to the temptation to lean in and run a curious tongue up and over the back of his neck, now free of foreign scent. He resists, leaning close instead to murmur a greeting into his ear, shivering as John turns to say hello in a delicious drift of bittersweet salt.
In addition to his everyday roasts, he begins on a small batch of Blue Mountain; another peaberry. He asks John to give his opinion on the sample, scenting the little pile of beans as they’re cradled in John’s palm with a minute flutter of his eyelashes.
The roast is adjusted: a little more bitterness, less acidity; the skin of John’s palms would taste warm, musky.
“This one smells lovely.” John says, poking his head into the roasting room when Sherlock is at the final stage. “Am I allowed a taste when it’s done?”
“Yes.” Says Sherlock, dizzy.
When he finishes it, he resists pressing his face into the pile of beans and inhaling greedily. It’s past seven again when he leaves the back room with a small bag; John is still there, sweeping out the grinder with long strokes of a soft brush.
“I have something for you.”
John turns, mouth parting on a greeting, and Sherlock presses the bag into his hands.
“I--”
“It’s yours,” Sherlock says, “open it.”
John’s fingers fumble with the tie a little. He looks up, uncertain.
“Should I--?”
“Yes.”
He pours the beans into the clean grinder. The scent of them permeates the air.
John’s actions are slow, deliberate. The abrasive grind of the beans, aroma clouding up from the grinder; the smooth line of his finger as he sweeps grains of coffee from the basket, the twist of his shoulder, the slip of his tongue as the test pours. Too quick; he adjusts the grind. Sherlock vibrates with anticipation.
The next pour comes out perfectly. Sherlock leans in, just a little.
John’s tongue darts out along the rim of the cup. His eyes are fixed on Sherlock, wary?
“Go on.” Sherlock encourages. John sips.
A sigh, a lowering of eyelids, lips curling up. He puts the half-empty cup down momentarily.
Pentanedione, Damascenone, Furanone, Vanillin 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)“Are you smelling me?”
“Yes.” Says Sherlock, “I’d like to suck espresso off your stomach.”
There’s an audible hitch in John’s breathing. He doesn’t say anything, or move.
“You,” he scents along the curve of John’s jaw, “you favoured a medium roast.” He runs a daring hand up over the nape of John’s neck, feels the hairs there as they stand on end at his touch.
“Caramel,” he murmurs, “for the salt,” and suddenly John has wrenched his head around and is kissing him, tongue sliding against his and his mouth tastes of, of--
Sherlock’s head is spinning. He’s kissing John and John is moaning desperately against him and all Sherlock can do is breathe the scent of him and open his mouth and taste and suck on his tongue and God, it’s so much. He can’t even begin to catalogue everything and suddenly he doesn’t care, just wants to breathe it all in until he suffocates in it. He smears his mouth over John’s jaw, sucks at the soft lobe of his ear, drags his tongue trembling down the taut line of his throat. John’s breath comes in pants.
“Jesus Christ, Sherlock. How long--?”
“I had to wait.” Says Sherlock. He shoves John’s t-shirt up, pushes him backwards onto the top of the counter. John’s stomach is taut, shivering, prickled with goosebumps, and Sherlock delicately pours the remains of the still-warm espresso onto it.
“I had to wait for this.”
John’s head falls back against the countertop. The coffee pools in the smooth concave curve of his belly and Sherlock leans forward, a hand on each of John’s hips to hold him still as he traces his tongue through it.
“Oh, fuck.”
Sherlock’s tongue trembles against John’s skin. The taste is more exquisite than anything he could have imagined; salt, musk, sweet toasted nuts, buttery honey and caramel, the familiar bitter acidity. He groans into John’s belly, laps up the last of it greedily and then John is sliding off the countertop and pulling Sherlock against him and gasping into his mouth.
“I’ve been cataloguing you,” Sherlock says, quiet against his lips, “the smell of your skin--” he cuts off with a groan as John’s hands slide round to grab hold of him and pull their hips together.
“I want to know what it tastes like on, on--” John bites his neck lightly, thrusts forward and Sherlock loses his train of thought a little, “on, God, all of you.”
John pants, squirming against him desperately and drags Sherlock’s head down again and then he’s tasting John and espresso and John is shoving his hand into Sherlock’s trousers and unbuttoning his own jeans and then it’s hot damp skin against hot damp skin and in two, three short thrusts Sherlock is coming exultantly all over John’s hand, his stomach, his cock. John whines, shivers. Sherlock palms the base of his cock, drags one finger softly up the crease of his thigh and licks into his mouth gently and John jerks and stutters against him with a moan and everything is suddenly warm and very slippery between them.
John presses his forehead against Sherlock’s, breathing heavily. Sherlock can’t resist moving his head to the side and pressing his nose luxuriously into John’s hair. He’s trembling, oversensitive, and he can’t hold in a little moan as he darts his tongue out for a taste.
“You can, if you like.” John’s moved his head back, is looking at him intently. “I’d like you to. Pour it all over me and lick it off.” His tongue slides out nervously. Sherlock would like to suck on it.
“I have a grinder at home.” Sherlock murmurs. “And a French press.”
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Later, Sherlock spreads John out on his kitchen table, feeling hungry in a way he never does for food. Coffee pools on the table, staining the wood beautifully and dripping to the floor as the two of them move slowly against each other. The French press lies forgotten on the counter.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)*reads again*
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)Yes, it sounds like Perfume would be right up your street (although it is a lot darker and more disturbing than this!). I enjoyed it very much, anyway :)
The film is supposed to be excellent too, though I haven't watched it.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)And, of course, best coffee shop AU ever! I've worked in a shop myself and don't like having to work hard to suspend my disbelief. Your fic made sense.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)That's very good to hear about the descriptions, because I actually tend to steer clear of 'he smelled like x, y and z' in fic because it often can sound a bit florid like you said. However, it was kind of unavoidable here and Im very glad it worked for you!
Haha, yes! I feel like this is some sort of balm for me after every coffee shop AU i've read where someone orders a hazelnut mocha latte with extra whipped cream or whatever ;)
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)It's filled with sweet, hot and beautiful description all around. I love coffee and now I wished I knew more about it to comprehend this fic in its whole. I love how Sherlock is so observant and obsessed in his crush on John and how John can feel it and goes along with him. It should be creepy but I can totally understand him and his creepiness. This is really awesome nonnie!
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)My Sherlock's always end up being a bit creepy, but I am glad his creepiness worked for you :)
Thank you, thank you, thank you <3
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Many moons ago I worked in a coffee shop - though was never as knowledgeable about it as you obviously are - and this is just perfect. Your Sherlock still feels like him despite the change in job and the longing for John and the sex is just so . . . unf. Your descriptions are just brilliant, very emotive.
So yes, love this! You should de-anon so I can read your other stuff. :)
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so pleased to hear you thought Sherlock still felt like himself! Thank you very much for your lovely comments :)
I'll be de-anoning to post this on my AO3 in the next couple of days, not sure if you frequent there but keep an eye out ;)
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)Success! Thank you, anon!! xx
We're so proud of you.
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: We're so proud of you.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)ILY ANON. THIS IS WONDERFUL.
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Great job, anon!
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)Brilliant descriptions, mildly inappropriate Sherlock (as he should be), beautiful use of the alternative profession as per the prompt.
SO pleased you wrote this.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-12 12:07 am (UTC)(link)Also, man, I told you I loved the way you described the atmosphere in this, but I had no idea, did I? There is something so profoundly sensual and coloured and glorious about the way you write tastes and smells in this, the way Sherlock pulls John apart with thoughts of honey and caramel and roasted coffee beans and catalogues every part of his body along his own measures — also ngggg the kissing and Sherlock dragging his little finger up the crease of John's thigh before he comes and Sherlock's tongue trembling against John's of all things, holy fuck, this is really fucking hot, all of this, their instant intimacy and the way they touch each other, dear god.
Basically, you are amazing and I adore this so damn much. ♥
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-12 01:25 am (UTC)(link)Bless you, anon.
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