Fic: 221B - Anticipation

[anarion]

Title: Anticipation
Words: 221
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: A prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick, 365 days in total.




Previous 221b: The Woes of Wooing
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Anticipation

Sherlock had been fidgeting in his seat for the last 20 minutes of the flight, snarling at the stewardess and nearly reducing the cabin crew manager to tears when he came to her rescue.

He asked the cab driver to run a red light on several occasions and offered him money if he went faster than allowed.

He needed to get home, to see, to touch, to confirm so badly he was almost shaking.

He started to holler John’s name the moment he was in and took the stairs in such a haste he almost flew through the door as soon as John opened it.

He ripped his coat off, stormed into the kitchen and nearly flung himself at – his microscope.

The content sigh that escaped his lips earned him a huffed out laugh from John.

“If you could teach that thing to make you come, you wouldn’t need me at all.”

John sounded fairly amused so Sherlock didn’t waste time raising his head.

“True.”

“Wanker. Luckily you still need me to do that.”

He lost track of the blood sample under his lens when John stepped closer and wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck before starting to suck a mark on it.

And there went his concentration. Another case unsolved in favour of following John to bed.



Next 221b: The Perfect Incentive

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AN: Welcome to my '365 days of 221Bs' challenge. I will write a 221B each day, for a year, following a prompt by atlinmerrick.
I will make a weekly post to the comm because I don't want to spam the list.


Today's prompt was 'reunion'.










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Comments

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Oh my God! You totally broke me. "- his microscope"! ROFLOL

[anarion.livejournal.com]

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Well you got me, clever you. I read the first lines smiling in, er, anticipation, I rubbed my hands at He ripped his coat off then I horribly cursed you at microscope. You sadist! But you redeem yourself amazingly with the last two lines. :D

[anarion.livejournal.com]

You sadist!

All complaints have to be completed in triplicate and send to Ariane, master of the misleading 221B! :D

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

I FUCKING LOVE THIS.

You are killing me with these surprises, with these things I just don't see coming. I adore that he had to get his hands on his microscope. I adore that he agrees: "Yep, if this thing could make me come I wouldn't need you."

All of it, this is hysterical and true and so them.

God you're good.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

*jumps up and down with glee*

[auntiesuze.livejournal.com]

*SNERK* "True." BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, your comment is hilarious! :D Thank you! *giggles*

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

LOL! You got me... are you channelling Ariane, by any chance? Sneaky!

Well done, my sweet!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

I probably am. I have the best teachers in the world! :D

Next I will start doing cliffhangers... Ooh! Wait! *dashes off*

[mirith.livejournal.com]

If he hollers John's name as he runs to reunite himself with the microscope, does he also shout out the microscope's name in bed? "Ohhh, Leica..."