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Sherlock: Sherlock, Your Benedict is ShowingLestrade, upon hearing Sherlock's pronouncement, gave John an amused look before thrusting the offending object into Sherlock's arms and simply walking away.Sherlock: Sherlock, Your Benedict is Showing by chen63
"John. JOHN. What do I do with it?" The usual baritone was suffused with a mild note of panic as the infant woke up, startled by its sudden change in position, and looked up at him, puzzled.
"It's a baby, Sherlock, you just have to hold it," said John, frowning, as Sherlock held it up under the arms to examine it critically. "And it's actually a he, you know."
"Yes, yes, I know its name," he said, turning it around to examine the other side. "Not very interesting." His elbows were bent at odd angles to keep the child aloft, and it made some soft blurbling noises, causing Sherlock to wrinkle his noise and move his arms a little farther away from his body.
"That's not how you're supposed to hold him, you're doing it wrong," said John.
"This is a perfectly fine way! Look, he's happy, he's drooling. See?" He turned the baby back aroun
Sensual Exercises: I and IISwingingSensual Exercises: I and II by chen63
Swinging is joy in rhythm.
The legs stretch and extend, as far as they can go from standstill. They come back and curl up on themselves as lazily or intensely as you would ever want to go. Nobody judges when you're swinging or, if they do, at least you can't find it in yourself to care anymore. Your muscles strain against gravity, armed with a seat and rope, and push you farther farther and higher higher into the stratosphere. Your entire body is tense with the effort, to allow your weight further leverage against this will. Dull, glitzy pain flits through your mind but you're almost there you reach the crest briefest relief. Then you're soaring down again, wild wind pulling your hair back over your face. The world is your oyster as you collide with nothing for several glorious counts. Your legs, far from being tired, are re-energized at this sudden burst of joy, and impulsively, you start again.
your toes might have touched the sta