Fic: 221B - The icing on the cake

[anarion]

Title: The icing on the cake
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: What is love if not this?


Today's prompt: sting

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The icing on the cake


John strode into the kitchen after throwing off his jacket in the living room, because he heard Sherlock rummage around in there. The kitchen looked as if a deranged food blogger was trying to work in-between Sherlock’s experiments.

“Sherlock, I thought we agreed that there were no experiments with food happening in this kitchen. It’s too dangerous. You remember what happened with the tainted orange juice?”

“No, we did not agree, you forced me to concede. And I’m not experimenting. Yes, I do remember what happened with the orange juice. Vividly. Since you made me promise not to delete it.”

Sherlock made a face and reached for the eggs, shoving the flour jar over the edge of the table in the process. John lunged forward and grabbed it, effectively powdering himself.

“Fine. Tell me. What are you doing?”

“Really, John? Isn’t it obvious?”

“I wouldn’t ask if it were obvious now, would I?”

“Sometimes I think you are playing obtuse just to irk me. I’m making a cake.”

“A cake?”

“Yes, John. A cake.”

John dipped his finger into the bowl and licked it clean. “Mmh, good. But why are you...?”

“Because it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“Oh, right. That’s actually rather sweet of you. I think this calls for a little preliminary celebration. Meet me in the bedroom. Bring the batter.”



Next 221b: Why do it the easy way when there's an experiment you could do?


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'sting'.
Sherlock was making a bee sting cake. Obviously. :D

I am slightly worried. Where is the porn? Why is there no porn happening here anymore?
Thank God it's Monday soon! *grin*







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Comments

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Bienenstich is actually be sting cake? Why do I think that's so funny?

And the porn is all there, happening in our heads right now after your build-up.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, I thought we agreed that there were no experiments with food happening in this kitchen.
I love in this kitchen. John doesn't say anything about experiments with food happening elsewhere, like, er, in the bedroom. For example.

John dipped his finger into the bowl and licked it clean.
LOOK! THERE'S PORN HERE!
*has Anarion-porn withdrawal symptoms*

Bring the batter.
The batter? Are you sure you don't mean the butter?
*sniggers*
Well, each to his own.

Sherlock was making a bee sting cake. Obviously.
Er... Yes, obviously.
*smiles nervously*
*googles bee sting cake*
*gets it*
Ah, it's German! It looks delicious...
*thinks of Sherlock and John and buttercream*
Yeah, delicious.

[mzdany.livejournal.com]

Aw, He's making John a cake! First coffee (in HoB) and now cake. It's definitely love - and I love this little ficlet :)

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee, thank you! Glad that you liked it! :)

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

Haahaa! Sherlock doesn't shy away from challenges, huh? So lovely he makes a cake - and so lovely John celebreates with him :)
Batter?! Had to look it up and the words my dictionary offered showed an interesting range. So it's either a kind of bat (like in baseball) or the, well, batter, or the dough. Mmmhh...I'll let my imagination run wild I think.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

So it's either some form of BDSM, a threesome, or sex games with food. *hahaha*

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I of course see how nearby the food assumption is and knowing them I bet they had much fun with that :)

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

I love it, I want cake, I like the story, I agree with all the comments above, but...

'you forced me to concede'

I want THIS.

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

'The kitchen looked as if a deranged food blogger was trying to work in-between Sherlock’s experiments.'
(Hey! stop that, there's only room for one blogger it that flat.)

And had a merry time *Giggling* over banter and character voices, you write them so well. right up to here:
John dipped his finger into the bowl and licked it clean. “Mmh, good. But why are you...?”
(Unf. It suddenly got warm in here, how did it get so warm in here?)

Your AN:
I am slightly worried. Where is the porn? Why is there no porn happening here anymore?
Anarion is a comedienne:
"I think this calls for a little preliminary celebration. Meet me in the bedroom. Bring the batter.”
{^} (Had to raid the ice trays.) ;D