Fic: 221B - The Complexity of Ice cream
May. 24th, 2013 06:17 pmTitle: The Complexity of Ice cream
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
Previous 221b: Not a question of beauty
Today's prompt: spring
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The Complexity of Ice cream
John Watson is a very complex man.
Sherlock was lying bare-chested on the sofa, the semi-molten ice lolly in his right hand forgotten over his new favourite topic: John.
John, who just now was entering from the kitchen, although Sherlock only realised that he was there when he made an amused sound right next to him.
“You do know that it does not work like that, right? You actually have to put it in your mouth, it doesn’t sink through your skin into your stomach,” John said fondly, dipping his finger into the melted puddle absent-mindedly and licking it clean.
Something fierce jolted through Sherlock at the sight of that, something that felt remarkably like that time when he was four and peed against an electric fence (stupid!), something that it took him a while to recognize – lust.
“I was thinking,” was all he could come up with.
“About ice cream?”
“No.”
“Hm.”
“And yes, I do know that it doesn’t work like that.”
“Just making sure. After the solar system debacle I stopped taking anything for granted.”
John handed him a paper towel with a friendly grin.
While Sherlock cleaned up the sticky mess on his stomach, he added another item to the list of things he wants John Watson to do to him: Licking ice cream off his belly.
Next 221b: I, Robot (2/2)
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AN:
The prompt was 'spring'.
I actually see this as pre-slash. What did you think?
This story was written after a late-night chat with Atlin and Verity in the latter's kitchen. It was spring. And there was ice cream.
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Date: 2013-05-24 04:49 pm (UTC)Please let me savour this image. *savours* I feel like the lolly. Semi-molten.
Something fierce jolted through Sherlock at the sight of that, something that felt remarkably like that time when he was four and peed against an electric fence (stupid!), something that it took him a while to recognize – lust.
You mean John makes Sherlock feel as if he were electrocuted via his penis? Hmm. That's... interesting. :D
I actually see this as pre-slash. What did you think?
I had horrible doubts when I read with a friendly grin. Because, let's be honest, would your grin be friendly if you were lusting for Sherlock and he were lying bare-chested on the sofa right in front of your eyes? Now that I think about it, it was obvious though. Dipping your finger into the ice cream which has melted on your flatmate's naked stomach and licking it clean is a very heterosexual and absolutely UST-less thing to do. I think that another kind of sticky mess on [Sherlock's] stomach can be expected before too long.
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Date: 2013-05-24 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-24 08:30 pm (UTC)Good lord the visuals on that alone.
P.S. Were we on the kitchen floor with the ice cream?
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Date: 2013-05-27 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-28 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-25 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-27 10:49 pm (UTC)I love this as pre-slash - I actually find it hotter than I would were they already together. But then you know me; I'm all about the antici...
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Date: 2013-06-06 12:00 am (UTC)