Fic: 221B - Inception

[anarion]

Title: Inception
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: In the water we go


Today's prompt: favourite food

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Inception


It was the first Advent Sunday of the year and Sherlock and John were spending it at Greg’s and Molly’s. The last case had been exhausting and she had felt the urge to do something nice and relaxing for the three men. She had spent the three previous days repeatedly trying to find out what Sherlock’s favourite food was. He had refused to tell her.

John came out of the kitchen, where he had talked to Molly about her pregnancy for a while. Sherlock grabbed him in the small hallway and pulled him into a kiss. John sighed contently and leaned against him.

After a few minutes of kissing, John felt Sherlock get half-hard against him and he leaned back with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Sherlock was breathing heavily. “God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”

“Heavens, you’re a menace.” John smiled. “I’m not going to suck you off in our friends' house though.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“You were thinking it.”

“I wasn’t. I feel like doing it in our bed for a change.”

Sherlock may not have been thinking about it, but John spent the rest of the day thinking about sucking Sherlock off in the bathroom.



Next 221b: Cork high and bottle deep


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AN:
The prompt was 'favourite food'.
The title will only make sense if you know what 'Inception' is about.

Hectic days are over! *phew* Daily posting will be resumed.






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Comments

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Advent Sunday
Speaking of Advent, I really look forward to your 221B Advent calendar. You know, the one you'll write every day in December, like last year, on top of your usual daily 221B.
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Anarion? ANARION SPEAK TO ME! STOP LYING ON THE FLOOR LIKE THAT, IT'S FRIGHTENING!

He had refused to tell her.
But will you tell us?

Sherlock grabbed him in the small hallway and pulled him into a kiss. John sighed contently and leaned against him.
Aww, it's sweet.

“God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”
Wow, it's... hot.

I feel like doing it in our bed for a change.
I like for a change! This is so true in this fandom. Not that I'm complaining, no no no.

Daily posting will be resumed.
Yay! *sighs contently. Like John.* :-)

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

"but John spent the rest of the day thinking about sucking Sherlock off in the bathroom"

And there goes the rest of my night thinking about John sucking Sherlock off in—no, just about John sucking Sherlock off. Um, yeah.

*Inception defined: Anarion's prompt from my prompt prompts daydreaming*

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

I think 'inconvenient boner' is my favourite tag of all time :D

I am constantly amazed at how you manage to combine such utter sweetness:

'Sherlock grabbed him in the small hallway and pulled him into a kiss. John sighed contently and leaned against him.'

with such steaming hotness:

“God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”

in so few words! It's like magic... you have a gift, my dear!

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Oh my... Advent and dirty talk? Two of my kinks in 221b words!

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

It was the first Advent Sunday of the year and Sherlock and John were spending it at Greg’s and Molly’s.
Sorry, need to *squeee* "Greg's and Molly's" ah better, moving on.

She had spent the three previous days repeatedly trying to find out what Sherlock’s favourite food was. He had refused to tell her.
Not nice Sherlock, but food's not a priority for him, maybe he doesn't have one?

where he had talked to Molly about her pregnancy for a while.
{sorry} *squeees again* for 'pregnant' Molly! and 'can't help being a doctor' John.

“God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”
Um, think have found reason why Sherlock won't tell Molly what favorite food is.{snerk} Noah's outboard motorboat i made an innuendo am so ashamed. {lie}

“I wasn’t. I feel like doing it in our bed for a change.”
Awwww, That's almost romantic for Sherlock. one more *squeee*
also would be nice change from tables, cupboards, public places, etcetra *cough*

*reads prompt* *rereads part of comment* *dies laughing*