anarion | Fic: 221B - Desires are nourished by delays

Title: Desires are nourished by delays
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: Good intentions

Today's prompt: ash

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Desires are nourished by delays

He’s on fire and if John doesn't do something soon, he will probably spontaneously combust.

John wouldn’t do something though because after their first night just lying next to each other, the combination of agitation, not sleeping and not eating in three days caused Sherlock to throw up in the bathroom. John was there immediately, asking what was wrong, and Sherlock, annoyed with his body, said, “It’s nothing.”

Busy brushing his teeth he didn’t notice John go tense for a second or look at him, eyes going soft.

Nothing happened after that. John made him breakfast and asked if he had slept last night. Sherlock negated, which caused John to smile and suggest going back to bed.

“Let’s take it slow. I just want to hold you and kiss you and go to sleep next to you.”

Apparently he meant ‘live celibate’.

Every night they kiss but when things are about to get serious, John says goodnight and goes to sleep, leaving Sherlock lying there, arousal burning in his veins.

He wants, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it. It’s frustrating.

He gets up and stretches, his shirt riding up, and John makes a soft noise that transforms the fire into a conflagration. He meets John’s gaze, blazing with desire, and the blond man smiles and quietly says, “Bed.”

Next 221b: The morning after

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AN:
Today's prompt was 'ash'.

You know ash - fire - burning - desire. Logical, right?

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Desires are nourished by delays
I suppose this is your motto as regards Taken?
*looks daggers at you*

John wouldn’t do something though because after their first night just lying next to each other, the combination of agitation, not sleeping and not eating in three days caused Sherlock to throw up in the bathroom.
Well, that kind of kills the mood indeed.

“Let’s take it slow. I just want to hold you and kiss you and go to sleep next to you.”
Because he's afraid he could overwhelm Sherlock? That's why he went tense for a second? (I want to be sure I understand properly! :D)

He wants, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it. It’s frustrating.
And so Sherlock.

Well, now it only remains for you to tell us about their real first night. ;-)

I think it's "John made him breakfast and asked if he had slept last night." And I think the "talking about a deadly disease (no one has it though)" warning is not relevant today. Unless you talk about love. But in this case I think that both Sherlock and John have it. ;-)

And there she goes, fucking up my word count again... ;)
You're right. Thanks!

Because he's afraid he could overwhelm Sherlock?
Yes. Wait, what did you think? Should I rephrase it?

tell us about their real first night.
Tell you? Can't you hear them? Sherlock can be quite vocal. *ahem*

No no no, don't rephrase it, it's quite clear. It's just John going tense for a second who made wonder if I hadn't missed something. I see angst in all your fics now, and you're the only one to blame. :D

I don't care where your brain goes with these prompts: Ash -> pickle -> spaceship -> blowjob for all I care, so long as you continue to write such wonderful things.

And you are like hell and fucking damn with the titles, you're an utter liar if you maintain you're no good at them...this one's brilliant.

Ash -> pickle -> spaceship -> blowjob
I feel strangely compelled to put all four words into one 221B now. And look, we already have the b-word!

You grow with the challenge. Quite literally (the last part, not the first). ;)

So, shall ash, pickle, spaceship, blowjob be your prompt for Sunday? That'd be a tough one! Well, except the blowjob. *Ahem*

Haha, yes, let's do it!

If it doesn't work out, I'll at least leave the blowjob in. :D
Which reminds me that I started writing the final chapter for 'Blow-by-blow'!

My dictionary says that 'pickle' is slang for cock. Maybe it won't be so tough to write after all. ;)

Oh come on, as if "pickle" had to be slang for "cock" to make Sherlock think of John's cock when he sees a pickle. Well, it should be a very big pickle of course. :D And there's the ashtray from Buckingham Palace, and John is kind of ash blond, and, er... I'm quite sure that in the unaired pilot John said, "whatever... shakes your... spaceship". No? *tries to help. As if Anarion needed help. Pft.*

Also, YAY for the next chapter of the Blowjobs for Science series!

"whatever... shakes your... spaceship"
*dies laughing*

I knew you'd be happy to hear that! :)

Details, please, on a post card.
And a nice relief from angstfest.
:D

And here I was, about to send you a four-page letter. A postcard it is then. ;)

Careful what I wish for, eh? Oh well.... (tease!)

http://anarion.livejournal.com/34616.html

Was this the first time they shared a be d? That story was adorable.

Is John going to make Sherlock beg?

Oh, I had forgotten about that story! *headdesk*
Yes, that was the first time they shared a bed! Though John never knew. Maybe I need to remedy this. :)

I don't think he would make him beg their first time together. Well, maybe a little. ;)

Hmmm, another one that is packed with so much story that I can't believe it's only 221 words. Horny!Sherlock and Caring!John are becoming my favorites.

Yowsers! I'm glad now that I didn't get chance to read this on the day, because now I can shoot straight on to the next one!

That was... oh, yeah. Very :D

Fic: 221B - Desires are nourished by delays

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