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Currently, I have found that I am sick. More specifically, I have a cold. But not just any cold, I have an awful cold, a terrible cold, I have a terribly, awful cold. Future generations will write epic poems about the awfulness of my cold as warnings to others and children will make rhymes about it to use with their sonic jump ropes. I have now gone through a (mostly useless) box of cold medicine and an entire box of (much more useful) tissues and now I am happy that I had the foresight to buy two.

Yeah, I feel like crap.

The only perk of me being sick is it tends to make me write porn and again, not just any porn. Weird porn. Porn with pairings I haven't, or shouldn't consider. I'm not sure if I should be pleased to report it's pretty hot, too. Entirely possible it's a threesome. Could be that it's RPS. Now I have to stare at it in the morning after and figure out what the heck I'm going to do with it. Share it? Bury it on my hard drive? Add it to the epic poem about my cold?

Choices, choices. I'm going to take more cold medicine and sulk off with my tissues.

FIC: Learning the Art (Sherlock RPS)

Title: Learning the Art
Author: Keelywolfe
Fandom: Sherlock: RPS
Wordcount: 5500
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Benedict/Martin/Mark

Notes: Can I blame this on the fever? Please? People asked to see my cold medicine-induced porn and here it is. And what caused this, you might ask? A picture. This one:

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It was speculated to me that any man who can curl his tongue like that simply must be an expert at...er...any number of things. Excuse me, I'll just be over here, with my shame.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to people living is pure fiction, none of this is anywhere near the realm of real. Just like Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter, it's all pretend. And cold medicine.

Warning: You did see that this was RPS up there, right? And that it is a threesome? Good, so it will surprise no one. You were warned.



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