Fic: 221B - A counter offer

[anarion]

Title: A counter offer
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick. Day 298.




Previous 221b: Right from the start


Today's prompt: frosting

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A counter offer


Being tossed off on your own kitchen counter with olive oil as a lube substitute should not be as hot as it turned out to be.

He had tried to keep quiet for exactly ten seconds, then decided that he just couldn’t because this was feeling way too good for him to care and he now was moaning loudly against Sherlock’s shoulder.

When he finally allowed him to come, John did so with a shout and then fell limply against Sherlock.

“That was... wow. I feel like cake.”

“Please tell me that you mean you want to eat cake now and not that you feel like a cake, whatever that would feel like, because it does not sound very flattering to my abilities as a lover.”

“Your abilities as a lover have no need to feel affronted here. Did you not just hear me?”

“I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who heard you.”

“That’s um... mildly embarrassing, but also proving my point.”

Sherlock chuckled when he saw the mild blush creeping into John’s cheeks and then made some room so that his husband could hop down from the counter. John looked at the mess on both their bodies and sighed.

“Let’s clean up. Because now I want cake. And then you. Thankfully we don’t live far from our favourite bakery.”




Next 221b: Missing in Action


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AN:
The prompt was 'frosting'.
This is a follow-up to If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen . :)

This one is for Atlin who loves frosting more than any other person I know. *mwah*








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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

" not that you feel like a cake, whatever that would feel like"

The second half of that sentence is so Sherlock. It slides in a bit of distain—whatever that would feel like—without actually being completely obvious that it's, you know, disdain.

Also, I thought everyone loved frosting with a blazing passion. Are you telling me they don't? *LipTremble*

[sweetlatejuliet.livejournal.com]

This is sweet! In a couple ways, ha. :) I totally read "I feel like cake" in the literal sense, and it's exactly the kind of post-coital non sequitur John might say as a substitute for "That was great." Love it!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

I am so glad to hear that it sounds credible coming out of John's mouth for other people too. I was wondering about that.

Thank you for your lovely comment! <3

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

"I feel like cake.”

LOL! Brilliant delivery of that line. Great story - and I love (and agree with) the dedication :D