Fic: 221B - Spill the beans

[anarion]

Title: Spill the beans
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: What friends are for


Today's prompt: scream/ screaming

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Spill the beans


Sherlock was someone who woke the urge to yell at him in frustration in most people he met.

John was no exception, in fact he was probably the one who experienced the most variations. There was silent frustration, furious frustration, amused frustration and many more. John was feeling a special kind of it right now.

He watched Sherlock, busy working on some kind of experiment with ink and various brightly coloured chemicals that had been going on for weeks, bent over something on the kitchen table, his marvellous bum sticking out into the room.

And suddenly John’s self-control snapped, he walked over from the sink – where he had been leaning against the counter, listening to Sherlock’s conclusions – and ran his hand over one lush cheek whispering “Bed. Now.”

Sherlock jerked, hit his head on the lamp, cursed and toppled over a vial in the process. The liquid spilled and etched a hole in the table that later on turned a deep shade of purple. Mrs Hudson was not amused about the hole, but she did like the colour.

“John. I’m in the middle of an important experiment. And you just made me spill some of it.”

“If you don’t make me spill something within the next five minutes, I am going to scream.”

Sherlock swallowed and grabbed John’s belt.




Next 221b: Morning dreams come true


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'scream/ screaming'.
And in case you were wondering, John did scream about five minutes later. Not in frustration though. :D









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Comments

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

Let me the first of what will no doubt many demands...

SEQUEL!!!

Oh, I am liking this :D

[bradspyjamas.livejournal.com]

I'm seconding Verity! Sequel please *makes puss in boots eyes at you* please!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Nope. This is not one that will have a sequel. I told you everything. Stop making those eyes at me.

I'm serious. Stop.

[sabrinaphynn.livejournal.com]

:D I actually kinda like the lack of details, it makes me feel more like I am Mrs. Hudson downstairs, just hearing the occasional shout, scrape of table and chairs and then a rather loud scream... And merely turning up the telly to focus better on watching the extremely attractive divers in the Olympics.

(I think she and Mrs. Turner are on Tumblr playing "diving or gay porn?")

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, OMG, I love you! *topples over laughing*

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

“If you don’t make me spill something within the next five minutes...”

Atlin can't come to the internet right now as she's busy imagining John, um, coming...

I agree with SabrinaPhynn, somehow this one doesn't need a sequel for me. Those dozen words above are all the visual I need. Mmmm, spilling.

[treelight.livejournal.com]

Marvellous bum indeed :)))

[rox712.livejournal.com]

What does it say about me that I'm not imagining the sex, but still laughing about Mrs. Hudson liking the color purple?

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee, I don't know. But it amuses me very much! <3

I really liked the idea too. ;)

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Shockingly I'm in the no sequel camp with SabrinaPhynn and Atlin.(Read the Author's note and have excellent imagination, oh purrr.)
Most exquisite use of prompt in that Author's note.(yup)

Mrs.Hudson, big smile for her."Mrs.Hudson was not amused by the hole, but she did like the color."
Maybe the boys could make up for the noise by staining the rest of the table purple.(reads what I just wrote.huh. Nope,still don't need a sequel.)

Fun and frisky fill.Thank You!

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

Go, John, go! Loved the use of spilling. Bet so did Sherlock in the end :)

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Loved the use of spilling. Bet so did Sherlock in the end :)
Hahaha, probably!

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Sherlock was someone who woke the urge to yell at him in frustration in most people he met.
Yep. This is more or less what Greg says in The Reichenbach Fall. This is canon. I deeply regret the rest of the fic is not canon too. :D

bend over something on the kitchen table, his marvellous bum sticking out into the room
Wait. Let me visualize that. Mmm. Yes. I understand why John wants to bend Sherlock over the table (or the bed) in a different way.

and ran his hand over one lush cheek
I'm sorry, Anarion, but I think you're wrong here. I've often read about Sherlock's stunning cheeekbones but I don't think you can say he has... Oh. You mean those cheeks. Right. Lush, then. Yes.

And in case you were wondering, John did scream about five minutes later. Not in frustration though.
I like your ANs so much! :D

There's one "of" too many in "a special kind of of it" and I think it's "bent" in "bend over something". :-)

[anarion.livejournal.com]

I deeply regret the rest of the fic is not canon too. :D
Who doesn't? ;)

Hee, I'm very happy to hear that you like my ANs! :D

Fuck. Um, sorry. I need an aide-memoire (had to look that up. Sounds rather French to me) for bend/bent...