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

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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.