Fic: 221B - Desires are nourished by delays

[anarion]

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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Comments

[anarion.livejournal.com]

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). ;)

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

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

[anarion.livejournal.com]

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'!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

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

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

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!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

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

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