Fic: 221B - Two is company, three's a crowd

[anarion]

Title: Two is company, three's a crowd
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: Empty vessels DO NOT make the most noise


Today's prompt: sneaky/ sneaking

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Two is company, three's a crowd


“Sherlock, dear God, please move.”

“Give me a second.”

John gave him a second.

“Sherlock, I swear to God, if you don’t move I will scream.”

Sherlock mumbled something but since he had dropped his head until his chin rested on his chest to peer in the general direction of his groin, the only thing John could hear was ‘hard... shaft... tight hole.”

He was still contemplating if he should answer that or just start screaming, because by now his extremities were tingling like red ants were crawling over them and he desperately needed to move, when Lestrade spoke up.

“Sherlock, I’m not getting any younger here. I knew I shouldn’t have let you take the lead, I’ve much more experience in this.”

“This does not require knowledge, just... stamina. A child could do it.”

“I really don’t want to think about children being involved in this.”

“I never thought that much talking would be involved,” sneered Sherlock.

John had enough. “Sherlock, if you don’t get a move on, I’m going to step on your head. Get that hatch open before we all suffocate in this shaft.”

He looked up at Lestrade, “I hate you. I know I volunteered, but still... Stuck in a sewer to pick up a ring of smugglers.”

“It’s not smuggling. It’s illegal gambling. To be precise, blackjack.”





Next 221b: Wait a minute, Mister Postman


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'sneaky/ sneaking'.
Kinda inspired by this.

Hello dear readers! I apologise for disappearing for two days, but my wrist got rather bad and since I not only need my hands for typing shiny 221Bs but also for typing not so shiny translations to earn money, I needed a rest.
Wrist is better now. And bandaged.







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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

How can 221 words seem to go on so long when you know you're being tricked? Seriously, I knew this wouldn't be what it sounded like but I was reading every word super-slow because I wondered if I could figure it out and of course I didn't figure it out but it took me three times as long to read as normally and then when I got to the end I had to reread it twice more to get the whole flow of the tricksy writing and the point I'm trying to make is I love these.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Anarion. Don't ever do that again. I read your AN first because I wanted to know the cause of this unforgivable and unbearable two-day hiatus, and unfortunately, UNFORTUNATELY, my eyes came across the tags. Threesome. THREESOME. WHAT? NOT IN MY HEAD CANON, WOMAN!!! Well, deep down I was pretty much sure you wouldn't do something like that, and I thought about I hang on with all my might, and I knew you never do the obvious but still... I read the fic and everything looked awfully threesome-like. I only began to feel really better at I’m going to step on your head because I can't see John as someone keen on acrobatic sex. :D

“Give me a second.”
John gave him a second.
*giggles*

his extremities were tingling like red ants were crawling over them
I had to double-check this sentence. I first read his extremities were tingling like red pants were crawling over them. I blame you.

Brilliant! Both clever and funny. But still, that tag...

I'm glad you found a new bread and butter, and I hope your wrist will get better very soon. :-)

P.S. Here's Sherlock's face when somebody says shaft. (At 4.46.):D

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Ooops. The first link doesn't work. I meant I Hang on with all my Might.

[rox712.livejournal.com]

I'll pull my head out of the gutter any second now, really....

...when Lestrade spoke up... What? Oh, OH! And I was lost.

Brilliant! And it took chocolamousse to help me get the second-thing.

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Awww. Glad your wrist is better, also glad you took time to rest and take care of yourself.*pets Anarion and offers pillow for wrist and chocolate for pain*

Comfy?

'Kay then, MOSES RED RUBBER WADERS SOME DAY I'LL BE FOUND ON THE FLOOR *DEAD* HOLDING A SIGN SAYING "ANARION DID IT"!

Sure I'd have died with a grin on my face but dead from misleading tags and innuendo and laughter is still dead and then I wouldn't get to see the next rabbit you pull out of your magic writer's hat you tricky,twisty woman and that would(*gasp*sucks a deep breath)be a sad thing, a sad and very bad disappointing thing.(yup.)

That said, I loved this and please don't stop writing them. Ever.
(even if we have to wait sometimes('cause your health and lively-hood comes first.)