A breath. No hurry, but quick enough not to break the flow of the words too badly.
"You noticed something was wrong when you had me on the bed about to suck me off and I was thinking about which bones I would break in what order. I stopped being uncomfortable but I didn't quite stop thinking about it until a little farther along. By the end of it I knew damn well I couldn't kill you right then if I tried, so I didn't bother planning it out. But I was thinking about it again when you had your hands around my neck the second time. After, too. I lost track in between, of course."
Sherlock doesn't open his eyes, doesn't look up to absorb Obadiah's reactions. He seems to be caught up in remembering, in arranging all the details in order just as they happened.
"It was in the back of my mind through most of the ensuing conversation. Some times more than others. But I put it out of my mind before you fucked me and after that I was distracted by other considerations."
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"I spent most of the rest of that encounter calculating exactly how I would kill you from wherever we happened to be at the time. I stopped..."
He considers, bringing each instance to mind.
"When I leaned on you, before the first time you strangled me. When I panicked that time, it started because I tried to think it through again and couldn't. After you let go I chose not to murder you. The next time you touched me, you had just made me laugh and I didn't think about it."
A breath. No hurry, but quick enough not to break the flow of the words too badly.
"You noticed something was wrong when you had me on the bed about to suck me off and I was thinking about which bones I would break in what order. I stopped being uncomfortable but I didn't quite stop thinking about it until a little farther along. By the end of it I knew damn well I couldn't kill you right then if I tried, so I didn't bother planning it out. But I was thinking about it again when you had your hands around my neck the second time. After, too. I lost track in between, of course."
Sherlock doesn't open his eyes, doesn't look up to absorb Obadiah's reactions. He seems to be caught up in remembering, in arranging all the details in order just as they happened.
"It was in the back of my mind through most of the ensuing conversation. Some times more than others. But I put it out of my mind before you fucked me and after that I was distracted by other considerations."