12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles - Stretching Before Dinner
Summary: A series of 200 word drabbles for the 2017 12 Days of Sherlolly.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Eight - (“Yoga” submitted by Anonymous)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Stretching Before Dinner
“Hello? I just-What the hell, Sherlock?” John covered his eyes with one hand and groped his way toward the yellow chair in the corner with the other. Once he was seated, he peeked through his fingers.
Molly peered around Sherlock’s thigh, her hands still firmly planted on the ground and her bum up in the air. “Hi, John!”
Sherlock had been in a similar position when John arrived, but now he was standing and glaring.
“Are we playing Twister?” John lowered his hand so Sherlock could fully appreciate his smirk.
“Yoga,” Sherlock bit out.
Molly gracefully rolled to her feet. “I told Sherlock my New Year’s resolution was to stop skiving off on my yoga, and he volunteered to help keep me honest.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead with a grimace. “I need some water.”
Sherlock waited until she was in the kitchen to turn on John. “Leave.”
“No chance. I want to see this.”
“I’m going to ask her to have dinner with me,” Sherlock hissed. “Dinner dinner.”
John blinked. That was unexpected. “Pardon?”
“He means sex,” Molly cheerfully translated.
Both men turned to stare at her.
“Seriously, get out.” Sherlock abandoned John without a backward glance.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Eight - (“Yoga” submitted by Anonymous)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Stretching Before Dinner
“Hello? I just-What the hell, Sherlock?” John covered his eyes with one hand and groped his way toward the yellow chair in the corner with the other. Once he was seated, he peeked through his fingers.
Molly peered around Sherlock’s thigh, her hands still firmly planted on the ground and her bum up in the air. “Hi, John!”
Sherlock had been in a similar position when John arrived, but now he was standing and glaring.
“Are we playing Twister?” John lowered his hand so Sherlock could fully appreciate his smirk.
“Yoga,” Sherlock bit out.
Molly gracefully rolled to her feet. “I told Sherlock my New Year’s resolution was to stop skiving off on my yoga, and he volunteered to help keep me honest.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead with a grimace. “I need some water.”
Sherlock waited until she was in the kitchen to turn on John. “Leave.”
“No chance. I want to see this.”
“I’m going to ask her to have dinner with me,” Sherlock hissed. “Dinner dinner.”
John blinked. That was unexpected. “Pardon?”
“He means sex,” Molly cheerfully translated.
Both men turned to stare at her.
“Seriously, get out.” Sherlock abandoned John without a backward glance.