Fic: 221B - A La La La La Long

[anarion]

Title: A La La La La Long
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: Every end is a beginning


Today's prompt: sweating

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A La La La La Long

John knows all about sweat. He knows about the kind of sweat you produce when you crawl through sand that is so hot it burns your skin while the sun scorches you from above. He knows about the cold sweat that spreads all over your body when you duck behind a burning car, heavily under fire, your hands desperately trying to keep the man in front of you from bleeding out.

He knows about the good kinds of sweating too. The sweat your body produces when you work hard or do sports. Or have sex.

Sherlock rarely sweats. Seriously. Even when he runs around and jumps buildings in that thick coat that he wears until it’s really way too warm outside to wear it, he does not sweat.

At first John was simply amazed by that. Then he felt challenged. It got much easier to try and get Sherlock sweaty after they became physically involved though. Turns out given the right um... occasion, Sherlock can get sweaty.

Nothing gets John as hard as he is now than watching Sherlock writhing on the bed in almost-agony under John’s touch, the light from the street lamp outside glistering on his sweaty skin. Hearing the soft pleading whispers in-between the moans.

He leans down to take that beautiful man apart, reduce him to babbling.



Next 221b: When I cry in the rain only you can see my tears


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'sweating'.
Does anyone get the title? ;)

Look, a post! :D
Posted in the midst of a very hectic day, so please excuse if there are mistakes.






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Comments

[eglantine-br.livejournal.com]

...Sweat till you can't sweat no more..." I got it. It is actually quite a Johnish song.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee, that's good to hear! Thank you! :)

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

Unffghggnngf. I think I just started sweating myself. Unnffnnfgf.
So lovely!!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Sweaty reader? Check!

Thank you! :)

[treelight.livejournal.com]

I loved the way you used to design the titles. They were clever and pleasantly misleading and almost a story in themselves.
But I do also love your song-title titles :)))

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Sadly it's hard to come up with clever and pleasantly misleading titles everyday. :(

I'll try to reduce using the song-title titles.

[treelight.livejournal.com]

Oh no, don't give up on the song-titles!
They remind me of the times I heard those songs and so far you always chose so well.
And I imagine that sometimes there is a radio playing in 221b Baker Street - playing those songs ;)

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Or have sex.
I don't know why but something told me you'd end up there at the end. :D

Nothing gets John as hard as he is now than watching Sherlock writhing on the bed in almost-agony under John’s touch, the light from the street lamp outside glistering on his sweaty skin. Hearing the soft pleading whispers in-between the moans.
Ooooh, that' hot. As hot as the sand that is so hot it burns your skin while the sun scorches you from above. And the images it conjures up are, er, interesting.

Does anyone get the title?
Yeah, of course. Inner Circle. Obviously. *has NOT just googled the title at all* *coughs*

[anarion.livejournal.com]

I don't know why but something told me you'd end up there at the end. :D
I don't understand. How could you have seen that coming? I was trying something new and unheard of before! O.o

[ledasdaughter.livejournal.com]

Jetzt hab ich nen ohrwurm XD

[anarion.livejournal.com]

:P



*hugs*

[rox712.livejournal.com]

That's not nice! I had succesfully deleted this bane of a song and you do this to me!

Now, the story is VERY nice. Occacion, is that what we are calling it now?

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Tee-hee! Um, I meant: I'm so sorry!

The alternative word would have been 'incentive'. ;)

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell, and I've just had a shower... may need another one.

Very, um, sweat-inducing, my dear - thank you!

[aranel-parmadil.livejournal.com]

Nothing gets John as hard as he is now than watching Sherlock writhing on the bed in almost-agony under John’s touch, the light from the street lamp outside glistering on his sweaty skin. Hearing the soft pleading whispers in-between the moans.

He leans down to take that beautiful man apart, reduce him to babbling.

Actually, I am pretty sure that reduced ME to babbling too. Must be catching...

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

I can see this so clearly...221 words of wonderful imagery, thank you!

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Sweaty and brain-melted by that vivid image at the end. That was beautiful, very, very beautiful.

...'the light from the street lamp outside glistering on his sweaty skin. Hearing the soft pleading whispers in-between the moans.'
'He leans down to take that beautiful man apart, reduce him to babbling.'
That right there is why I said beautiful, that's damn{sorry} near poetry the way you wrote that. *Round of Applause* to you for that.

But my favorite part of this is the opening paragraph Yes, the opening paragraph. Yes, read the rest. Yes, was "Oh God!" wonderful. Yes, am normalish red-blooded person, so did enjoy porny goodness. Sheesh.

That opening paragraph showed some fine, fine writing. dragged me into the moment and left me nearly breathless with empathy for John.
In 71 words.
Anarion is A*m*a*z*i*n*g and everyime I think your writing is at its best, you pull a rabbit trick like those 71 words and I'm surprised all over again. Thank You. Never stop the surprises 'kay?

Hey, my splints are off, can type again , so sorry about the avalanche of catch-up comments.