Fic: 221B - A Hard Time
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anarionTitle: A Hard Time
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
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atlinmerrick.Previous 221b: Button Up
Today's prompt: 221C
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A Hard Time
*chirp*
Sherlock bends down over his microscope and ignores the text alert from his mobile.
Since they moved his lab equipment into 221C he gets a lot more experiments done without John interrupting him because he needs the table, because something smells, because something is burning, because he wants to talk, because dinner is ready.
If John wants something now, he texts. Much easier to ignore.
46 minutes have passed since the first text. John therefore decided to eat dinner alone.
*chirp*
He doesn’t react.
*chirp*
This time Sherlock looks up. What can John want now?
He hears him shuffling about in the room above him. Then he almost drops his pipette, because John just moaned.
What? Frozen in his movement he closes his eyes, listens and deduces.
John is lying on the floor [so that his sounds are better heard in the flat below] on his back. He is touching himself with one hand [only one elbow bumps on the floor rhythmically] and moving his hips accordingly [the floorboard creaks].
“Aah, yes.”
The soft moan snaps Sherlock from his immobility and he picks up his phone to look at the messages.
// Dinner is ready. Are you coming up?
// I’m horny. Want to help?
// Guess not. Your loss.
Sherlock drops his mobile and runs up the stairs, already busy opening his belt.
Next 221b: Let's talk about sex, baby
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AN:
Today's prompt was '221C'.
Atlin said 'The flat Mrs. Hudson said she had a hard time renting. "I expect it's the damp."'
Um, my brain kinda got stuck on 'hard' and 'damp'. Can you blame me? :D
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Date: 2012-07-01 05:59 pm (UTC)*says nothing in order to avoid Anarion's reprimand*
Then he almost drops his pipette, because John just moaned.
Yes. I'd drop my pipette too. Or anything I'd have in my hands.
already busy opening his belt
Is this what Sherlock calls help?
Um, my brain kinda got stuck on 'hard' and 'damp'. Can you blame me?
No, I can't. You mean you wouldn't have reprimanded me if I had said something about the title? Well, if I had known that...
Funny and hot! I'm sure that next time Sherlock will read John's texts at once.
You forgot the "s" in he closes his eyes, listens and deduces, and you put a capital in "minutes". :-)
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Date: 2012-07-01 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-01 06:16 pm (UTC)Clobbers Choco over the head. Gently.
:D
Thank you!
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Date: 2012-07-01 06:14 pm (UTC)Well, now you know. You could say something now. :D
Also, for the record, I want to hear every innuendo you can come up with. Always!
Yes. I'd drop my pipette too. Or anything I'd have in my hands.
Me too. And then my pants. *ahem*
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Date: 2012-07-01 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-01 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-01 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-02 01:30 pm (UTC)Love it :D
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Date: 2012-07-02 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-23 09:39 pm (UTC)Adore it exactly as much this time as the first time. This is an utterly salacious use of the prompt 221C. You super genius.
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Date: 2012-12-24 08:33 am (UTC)*claps hands like a seal*
:D