Fic: 221B - Served

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Title: Served
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.





Previous 221b: Don't Lay a Finger on Him


Today's prompt: coffee

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Served

“Black. Two sugars.”

It always ends with that. It usually starts with “John. Coffee.” There never is a ‘please’ or a ‘if you don’t mind.’

And suddenly, enough is enough.

“Granted, I make your drinks most of the time. And your food. And I clean. And we are English. But I am not your bloody butler!”

Sherlock has the decency to look up from whatever he is doing on his laptop. But then he just quirks an eyebrow and somehow that makes everything worse.

“I am done with taking your orders. Would it kill you to say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’?”

“John...”

“No. I need some air.”

When John comes back, Sherlock is standing next to the door, a worried look on his face. John has calmed down and is about to apologise, when Sherlock presses his forehead against John’s.

“Don’t ever think that again. I don’t take you for granted. I never will.”

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Sherlock still doesn’t say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ when John brings him his coffee. But he kisses him. Every time. Sometimes on the lips, sometimes his hand, sometimes on his head.

John never told Sherlock (he probably knows it anyway), but whenever they are separated and John misses Sherlock, he takes coffee instead of tea.

And he takes it the way Sherlock does.

Two sugars. Black.






Next 221b: Cling Together


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'coffee'.









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