Fic: 221B - A poem written on skin

[anarion]

Title: A poem written on skin
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none (bad rhymes?)
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.






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


Today's prompt: poetry

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A poem written on skin


Poetry. ‘A form of literary art, a fundamental creative act employing language’ says the dictionary. It couldn’t be more wrong. They are both not poetic men, but they create their own poetry where words are not needed.

The soft moan, unable to disperse into the air because it gets captured between their lips. – That’s poetry.

The soft whisper of shaking fingers against cloth, the chime of a belt buckle being opened. – That’s poetry.

The soft thud that Sherlock’s head makes when he lets it fall back against the wall. – That’s poetry.

The almost inaudible sound of John’s hands stroking down on Sherlock’s skin, from his shoulders over his stomach to his hips, where they halt for a moment – completely inaudibly – before they move again, only to come to rest on his warm buttocks. – That’s poetry.

The choked off whimper that escapes Sherlock’s mouth when John slowly licks from his balls to the tip of his cock and the loud moan that follows when John swallows him down. – That’s poetry.

The almost-shouts that fall from his lips, even the wet sliding sound and John’s grunts. – All that is poetry.

In the end, although unneeded, there even are a few words: “God... yes... now... JOHN!”

Together they create love, the purest form of poetry.
And if you don’t agree,
I’d say that’s blasphemy!



Next 221b: In the water we go


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AN:
The prompt was 'poetry'. You never saw that coming, right? ;)
And for people who think that poetry needs rhymes, I hid one in the last two sentences. :P

This is day 183, which means that we have reached the middle of the 365 days. Thank you all for staying with me, for reading and for commenting! <3
I wouldn't have come this far without you.

And all my love to Atlin. This wouldn't even have started without you! <3








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Comments

[kizzia.livejournal.com]

Very beautiful, very poetical and very, very well-written. I'm so impressed with all your 221B's - I have no idea how you are managing to keep going. You should definitely get some sort of award for services to the fandom for all this wonderfulness!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Aaww, what a lovely comment! Thank you so much! <3

*puts it up on the fridge door*

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Do you know that, if you replace all the That’s poetry with That’s porn, it still works? :D This is a lovely 221B and a hot one. I love that!

The prompt was 'poetry'. You never saw that coming, right? ;)
Well, no, because the "Today's prompt" thing before the fic says "beach"! :D I suppose it's a trap, seeing that you're evil and everything.

This is day 183, which means that we have reached the middle of the 365 days.
Congratulations, it's an achievement!

I wouldn't have come this far without you.
I'm a tiny bit confused, is it still the AN or what Sherlock tells John at the end of the fic?
*couldn't resist*
*is not even sorry*

[anarion.livejournal.com]

if you replace all the That’s poetry with That’s porn, it still works
You can replace pretty much everything with porn and it still works. *ahem*
What?

Well, no, because the "Today's prompt" thing before the fic says "beach"!
Argh!

[aranel-parmadil.livejournal.com]

This fic? That's poetry.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Aaw, thank you very much! <3

[rox712.livejournal.com]

You know what I love? It's extremely loud here. Son shouting at his Wii game, daughter and ex-hubby playing Jenga and discussing, but I started to read this and everything faded down and I could nearly hear the soft sounds you described. Wow.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Wow, indeed. What a lovely thing to hear. I will have to hug you extra hard for this next week. Next week!!! :D

[rox712.livejournal.com]

*thud*

[treelight.livejournal.com]

You create poetry with every single one of your 221b stories and I'm immensely happy and grateful that you share them with us.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, I am so happy to have you all! <3

[arianedevere.livejournal.com]

Many many congratulations on reaching the halfway mark! You're doing an amazing job - and still the stories are interesting, fun, moving and all-round brilliant.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetie! <3

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

"Together they create love, the purest form of poetry."

I got goosebumps all up and down my arms.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Yay for goosebumps! :)

[mzdany.livejournal.com]

I'm seconding the goosebumps! This is absolutely beautiful, you're as much a poet as your John and your Sherlock are in this little ficlet ;)

[anarion.livejournal.com]

*squee* Thank you so much! :)

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Poetry. ‘A form of literary art, a fundamental creative act employing language’ says the dictionary.
Want to add a foot-note "Read Anarion" but, it's the dictionary not Wikipedia.{Hmmm, tucks *evil thought* really good idea away for later}

And for people who think that poetry needs rhymes, I hid one in the last two sentences. :P
Pssht, Poetry does not need to rhyme it just needs to flow and make you feel.
But Ever-Surprising, magnificent with writing, the always-inspiring Anarion does not write poetry does she? No, with elegant styling, her genius high-flying, her style so beguiling she invents some thing new.
Bravo = YOU!
Porn + Poetry = PORNETRY
And I'm for one grateful.
Yeah edit,{sorry} saw that bitty little rhyme I accidently made and couldn't resist. You're an amazing critter, you and your brain, you really are. :D