The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

[chocolamousse]

Title: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The very lovely verityburns
Word count: 1141
Translation into Chinese available here (thank you, Lowtension!), into Czech available here (thank you, miamam!) and into Russian available here and here (thank you, Little_Unicorn!).
Summary: Before meeting Sherlock,

Comments

[chocolamousse]

I was so happy when you told me you loved your gift in April, and re-reading your answer makes me very happy again. And I'm going to copy and paste a bit of the message I sent to Verity with the fic, because it reveals the part you both played in the writing process.

First, look what you've done to me, Captain Innuendo. I added "in my pyjamas" at the very last moment, because I suddenly imagined Callie's thoughts and yours : "But, is he naked ? IS HE NAKED ??? Well, he sleeps naked, it's canon now, and he jumped out of his bed and rushed to the stairs, so he must be naked. And John doesn't take his eyes off him. HE'S NAKED ! No, wait, John looks him straight in the eye. Not naked, then... Unless..." And so on. Which would have completely spoilt the mood. Also, I had written "even if obviously I would have got off perfectly well if he hadn't been there", before hearing you two sniggering : "Yes, but it's so much better when he's there" and using "would have coped" instead.

Yep, it's your fault if Sherlock wears pyjamas! :D

Thank you very, very much for this amazing comment. It's very bad for my innate humility *coughs* but very good for my ego. Especially the bit where you say I've got a touch of Verity. *struts shamelessly* I should be sorry I make you cry (again) but nope. I wanted to move the reader and you're moved. Yay for me!

It was a joy to write this story for you and it is a joy to read your reaction. Thank you for that and for your support. :-)