Fic: 221B - Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth

[anarion]

Title: Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth
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: Cork high and bottle deep



Today's prompt: favourite book

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Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth


“You could have told me.”

“I did. I said, and I quote, ‘John, remember what happened last time you spent an evening with Greg. You’ll regret this tomorrow morning.’ You answered that I was exaggerating, that you had no inclination to be a non-participating spectator for my six-hour experiment with bronchial mucus and that you sometimes need to talk to someone who has the same IQ as you do. I’d say that Lestrade is at least five points below you. John, are you even listening?”

“No, too many complicated words. How’s Greg?”

“Unconscious on our sofa. He will be fine.”

Sherlock gets up and closes the window, forces John to drink another glass of water and some orange juice and then walks over to the bookshelf.

“What would you like this time? Shall we continue with Moby Dick?”

Sherlock does not usually read novels and much less adventure novels, but every time John is sick or feeling bad, Sherlock reads his favourite books to him. Often John wants him to read the books he already liked as a boy, probably because no one read to him when he was sick as a child. Or at all.

He does not see the appeal of Moby Dick, but John loves it. Sherlock sits down and starts reading the first chapter with Captain Boomer.




Next 221b: Things that go bump in the night


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AN:
The prompt was 'favourite book'.
This can be seen as a pre- or a sequel to yesterday's story. ;)
Title is a quote from Moby Dick.

While I was looking for a fitting quote, I stumbled over these two:
1. “For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity."
2. "Squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me, and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-labourers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget"

What do you mean not everything is about porn? He is talking about erections and sperm and squeezing things and hands (on things?) until there are feelings. *feels like she made a point*






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Comments

[eglantine-br.livejournal.com]

I love Moby Dick. It is the first book that went on my Kindle. I bought the Kindle in a fit of pique because the entire Brooklyn Public Library system did not have an unabridged copy of Moby Dick!

I have loved libraries all my life-- but with the budget cut to the bone they are only buying books that they think will be popular.

Melville wrote a lot of-- well, it is not slash, but certainly it was appreciative of the male form. Some people have suggested he had a fling with Whitman. Imagine the beards!

[treelight.livejournal.com]

Are those really quotes from Moby Dick? Oh my!

But, thank you for this lovely "nice Sherlock". That's so very sweet of him. I would get drunk immediately if Benedict Cumberbatch would then read to my my favourite stories.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.
Wow. Your titles are more and more sophisticated. Do you remember the time you called a fic Sherlock gets his feet wet? :D

John, remember what happened last time you spent an evening with Greg.
A sequel! Yay!

Unconscious on our sofa
Ah. A prequel, then. Unless Greg is unconscious again, poor man. Yay all the same!

I’d say that Lestrade is at least five points below you.
That's a compliment.

every time John is sick or feeling bad, Sherlock reads his favourite books to him.
Awww, lovely. If being sick allowed me to listen to this voice reading for me, I'd be sick all the time.

no one read to him when he was sick as a child. Or at all.
*feels like hugging John fiercely*

He does not see the appeal of Moby Dick
Well, I didn't either, until I listen to Bened... I mean, now I understand it's a literary masterpiece.

*reads the AN*
*giggles*
These quotes are, er... I think you proved your point, yes. Not to mention what Ahab says just before: "Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of ‘em." :D

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

Aaaww, this is perfect and clever and lovely and aaawwww all my feels. Aaaaall of them in you 221b.

Loved how the reading is a habit they both created and god it's such a not-naughty kink of mine, being read to, and it makes my heart all fuzzy. And add Sherlock's voice to that and I'm close to a heart failure...

Once again I'm so very happy John has Sherlock in his life. And Lestrade too, of course. But especially Sherlock ;)

[kestrel337.livejournal.com]

Thank you for caring Sherlock. I have a perfectly miserable head-and-chest cold, and the only thing anyone is reading to me is the various co-curricular activity schedules.

I like the glimpse of John's backstory, too. I mean, I don't like it. Because everyone deserves to be read to. But I like having it revealed. These two hurt souls, patching each other's soul wounds and filling each other's emptinesses (is that a word? blame the drugs)...it's beautiful.

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

Aww, lovely Sherlock is lovely - you have put a big smile on my face, thank you!