Dirty Magazines
Title: Dirty Magazines
Author: ladyblahblah
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Warnings: None, really. If you're offended by mansex I can't imagine what you're doing reading this journal at all.
Summary: A pointless little fluffy drabble.
Author's Notes: Originally posted, if memory serves, on holmesslash.
“I was compelled to hunt for my clothes again this morning.”
Holmes grunted distractedly; I suppressed a smile.
“I finally found my waistcoat under your bed,” I said casually.
Another grunt; then his head whipped up as realization set in.
“Really, Holmes, there’s no need to hide them,” I chided. “It’s perfectly natural. But confess-” I tossed down a dusty, bookmarked copy of The Strand. “You do enjoy my stories after all.”
“Oh, shut up,” he snapped, burying his face in the Times.
I grinned. To me, those well-worn pages were worth more than a thousand declarations of love.
Author: ladyblahblah
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Warnings: None, really. If you're offended by mansex I can't imagine what you're doing reading this journal at all.
Summary: A pointless little fluffy drabble.
Author's Notes: Originally posted, if memory serves, on holmesslash.
“I was compelled to hunt for my clothes again this morning.”
Holmes grunted distractedly; I suppressed a smile.
“I finally found my waistcoat under your bed,” I said casually.
Another grunt; then his head whipped up as realization set in.
“Really, Holmes, there’s no need to hide them,” I chided. “It’s perfectly natural. But confess-” I tossed down a dusty, bookmarked copy of The Strand. “You do enjoy my stories after all.”
“Oh, shut up,” he snapped, burying his face in the Times.
I grinned. To me, those well-worn pages were worth more than a thousand declarations of love.