Romance Fan Fiction ❯ A Good Doctor's Wishes ❯ Somethings up with Holms ( Chapter 1 )

A doctors wishes

“Holmes, have you been feeling poorly lately?” Smiling Watson looked over at his long term lover, who was curled up like a spider in his favorite arm chair.

“I don't know what you are referring to Watson you know I never get sick.” Looking nearly convincing Holmes stared over at Watson trying to look hassled. But no matter how much of a show his lover put on Watson always knew Holmes moods. Like Holmes' great detecting skills, Watson was equally well versed in the art of Holmes Watching, and could instantly tell when his partner was showing signs of wear and tear.

Generally if Holmes was looking unwell it was due to the large amount of recreational drugs that he indulged in, no matter the numerous warnings that Watson gave him about safety and improper used of syringes. Watson had gotten used to the effects the narcotics had on his lover and knew better than to comment on Holmes' appearance at those times, though if some of Holmes' drugs went missing….well that was hardly his fault.

No, today something else seemed wrong, Holmes looked ragged, uncomfortable and seemed to be curled up around his stomach as though instinctually attempting to shelter it.

“You've got stomach cramps Holmes?” Looking concerned Watson stared questioningly at his long limbed lover who was looking everywhere but at the Good Doctor.

“Perhaps, cramps, aches, pains, you name it. I just seem to be feeling poorly today, stressed and overworked.” Grudgingly Holmes admitted to Watson that which he already knew.

“Oh Holmes, I had been telling you to take it easy for awhile now. But today is the beginning of a good three day weekend for you and I intent to insure that my Monday morning you are looking much better.” The look Watson gave his lover broke no argument and Holmes looked submissively down at one of the arms of his armchair trying not to smile at the protectiveness of his erstwhile lover.

Leaning forward Watson gently pressed his mouth to Holmes' and after indulging for awhile relinquished Holmes' mouth and stood up resolutely.

“Alright my love I know what you need, and don't try to weasel out of it. I've been wanting to do it to you for awhile now and as you are feeling poorly what better time.” Smiling wickedly Watson swiftly headed towards the kitchen.

Groaning Holmes huddled against the side of the armchair worry covering his brow. Ofcorse he had done research on the activity after all Watson had mentioned his interest but, Holmes had hoped to put it off for awhile. Why on earth would Watson want to give him an enema anyway?