Fic: 221B - Die laughing

[anarion]

Title: Die laughing
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 atlinmerrick.






Previous 221b: Like a moth to the flame


Today's prompt: giggle

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Die laughing


It started with a miscalculation on Sherlock’s side.

Something which was just supposed to be a hazard-free exploration (though if truth be told, nothing is ever hazard-free with Sherlock, not even breakfast, as the dark stain on the ceiling proves) turned into a life-threatening almost-being-hostages-of-a-Russian-drug-dealer situation within seconds.

None of the above was the real problem. Not Sherlock miscalculating, not the fact that John left his gun at home because of that, not even the Russian drug dealers. These were things both men could deal with.

No, the real problem was that John suddenly got the giggles.

Sherlock reacted immediately and pressed his hand over John’s mouth while staring at him as if he just sprouted a second head. The look on his face did nothing to calm John down.

“Really, John? Now, of all times?”

Without removing his hand Sherlock dragged John into the nearest hiding place. It was an upright open coffin, a fact that had John burst into the next giggle fit.

Being pressed this close to John in the dark, with a hand over his mouth, reminded Sherlock of something, though that situation had been completely different.

Suddenly back to being earnest, though with a hint of a smile in his gaze, John whispered, “Really, Sherlock? Now, of all times?”

And looked down to the unmistakable bulge.



Next 221b: Rough and ready


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'giggle'.

You all remember Sherlock and John in the cupboard, right? RIGHT?
If you want to refresh your memory, here is a link!








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