221B Drabble: Everything In It's Proper Place (3/3)
Title: Everything In It's Proper Place
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Wordcount: 221
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Summary: The aftermath of the kiss, wherein the planets align (not like Sherlock would care) and everything shifts into it's proper place, hence the title. Sorry. It's 3 in the morning and it seems my summaries are worse than usual.
A/N: The final installment of this 221B series. Also, this is a ridiculous hour to be posting fic. I am hopeless.
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“You kissed me!”
“How observant of you. I can’t say it hasn’t taken long enough, but I knew you’d finally catch on to my methods. Here, take my hand, that doesn’t look so comfortable.” The consulting detective offers said appendage to one piqued army doctor lying supine on the ground. John swats it away.
“You actually bloody well kissed me!” John shouts loud enough to be heard down the block -- quite literally, as Harry’s convulsions of laughter ring out from approximately that distance. She’s gone off in search of Sarah, who about now could use a shoulder to cry on.
“We’ve established that,” Sherlock gives a dramatic flourish of his hand as if to chase this line of interrogation into different channels.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“Of you and your sister.”
John replies with a snort of derision.
“Haven’t you noticed the way Sarah looks longingly at Harry? You wouldn't have been content with each other.”
“But you kissed me!”
“And you kissed me back. Hmmm, we can still catch the cinema if we hurry.”
“I never kissed you back!”
Sherlock crouches down, proceeds to kiss his doctor fervently. John opens his mouth instinctively, allowing sweet lips to linger for several seconds.
“Yes, you did. Now take my hand, John. That’s it. With me is where you belong."
~THE END~
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Wordcount: 221
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Summary: The aftermath of the kiss, wherein the planets align (not like Sherlock would care) and everything shifts into it's proper place, hence the title. Sorry. It's 3 in the morning and it seems my summaries are worse than usual.
A/N: The final installment of this 221B series. Also, this is a ridiculous hour to be posting fic. I am hopeless.
***
“You kissed me!”
“How observant of you. I can’t say it hasn’t taken long enough, but I knew you’d finally catch on to my methods. Here, take my hand, that doesn’t look so comfortable.” The consulting detective offers said appendage to one piqued army doctor lying supine on the ground. John swats it away.
“You actually bloody well kissed me!” John shouts loud enough to be heard down the block -- quite literally, as Harry’s convulsions of laughter ring out from approximately that distance. She’s gone off in search of Sarah, who about now could use a shoulder to cry on.
“We’ve established that,” Sherlock gives a dramatic flourish of his hand as if to chase this line of interrogation into different channels.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“Of you and your sister.”
John replies with a snort of derision.
“Haven’t you noticed the way Sarah looks longingly at Harry? You wouldn't have been content with each other.”
“But you kissed me!”
“And you kissed me back. Hmmm, we can still catch the cinema if we hurry.”
“I never kissed you back!”
Sherlock crouches down, proceeds to kiss his doctor fervently. John opens his mouth instinctively, allowing sweet lips to linger for several seconds.
“Yes, you did. Now take my hand, John. That’s it. With me is where you belong."
~THE END~