Fic: 221B - Englishman in New York

[anarion]

Title: Englishman in New York
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: Why do it the easy way when there's an experiment you could do?


Today's prompt: see below

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Englishman in New York


He watched Sherlock who was sitting at the kitchen table and worked with his usual focus on some kind of experiment. He picked up a petri dish and burned the content to ash before he added some kind of liquid with a pipette. It sizzled loudly in the otherwise quiet room.

In this light his cheekbones were insane. He looked every bit like an alien. John’s very own alien, stranded after his spaceship crashed.

John couldn’t stop looking. He looked until looking wasn’t enough any more and he wanted to touch. He needed to touch.

Sherlock reached for a pickled steel pipe and carefully painted a fine line with the content of the petri dish on it. Then he got up and gently tapped the pipe against the table. It broke into two pieces. Sherlock turned to John, a look of triumph on his face.

“That’s how they got into the steel vaults, John. No need to blow them up!”

Then he noticed the look on John’s face, the longing in his eyes. He smiled one of those rare real smiles and walked over to his husband. John answered with a smile in kind and reached for Sherlock.

They melted into each other with a kiss. Then John steered Sherlock towards the bedroom with a gentle hand on his lower back.






Next 221b: Every beginning is an end


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AN:
Today's prompt needs an explanation. ;)
Atlin said, “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.”
To which I replied, “I feel strangely compelled to put all four words into one 221B now.”

Yeah, I admit, I turned the meaning of blow job slightly around to the blowing up of steel vaults, but I thought at the beginning this would be crack and it would end with the word ‘blowjob’ but then I started writing and no crack was happening and suddenly ‘blowjob’ did not fit as the final word. Sorry.

Also, the title. 'Englishman in New York' -> alien. Maybe this does not make sense to anyone but me. ;) I love the song though.








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Comments

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

God I love this one. It's layered, intense, warm, close, gorgeous, visual. This is wonderful.

[sabrinaphynn.livejournal.com]

Giggle!
You have a magnificent brain, which I admire very much.
Snuggling up with my older boy today with the rain and wind blowing and gusting all about.

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

I'm almost too blissed out after reading this to get my fingers to type properly - I feel all squishy.

It's clever, obviously, to get all those references in (and I get the title - go me!), but it's so much more than just clever - it has real heart and power.

He looked until looking wasn’t enough any more

That. xxx

[arianedevere.livejournal.com]

Oh dear lord, you are beyond clever linking those words together!!

But when did Sherlock get renamed "New York"?

*blinks innocently*

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Oh, Ariane!
*pretends to be horribly shocked*
*fails miserably*

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

It totally makes sense and it also is super lovely. I couldvfeel John's hunger to watch and then touch and the smile they shared just melted me.

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Great now I have Sting singing about legal aliens stucked in my brain! Thanks.
I love the way John just sits there watching and waiting. They are so perfect for each other!

[auntiesuze.livejournal.com]

Great. Now I'm just a squishy blob of goo from the combo of hawt n' fluffy. I'm constantly amazed at how much you can cram into just 221 words. I can see this little scene perfectly.

And I learned something new! I had no idea what the heck "pickled steel" was, but Wikipedia to the rescue! LOL

BTW, is that supposed to be "tApped the pipe against the table"?

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

John’s very own alien, stranded after his spaceship crashed.
I hope the mother spaceship will never come to get him back!

They melted into each other with a kiss.
Awww, I love that sentence.

and suddenly ‘blowjob’ did not fit as the final word. Sorry.
Don't worry. There's a blowjob. It's off-screen, that's all.

You made it! Well done! And congratulations for not using "pickle" in a, er, less scientific context. :D

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Atlin said, “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.”
To which I replied, “I feel strangely compelled to put all four words into one 221B now.”

Anarion's brain is A*M*A*Z*I*N*G*laughing in astonishment 'cause you did it, used all four words. Beautifully. Elegantly.
Can't stop smiling at this, can't stop rereading it, can't stop feeling lucky that share your writing with us.
Thank You doesn't seem like enough.
Hear's a *Smooch* for your impressive self.