Drabble: Text Messages
Text Messages
Author: Patolozka; Beta-read: Suite Samba
Fandom Sherlock, slash
Drabble, 2 x 100 words
Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
A/N: Just something that come to me before sleeping. And... I´m new in this fandom but everyone have to start somewhere, right?:-) (Thank you, Suite Samba)
Summary: John is bored, oh... and hungry.
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Text Messages I.
*So hungry here. Need food. Make us dinner.* Deleted. Raised one eyebrow.
*Changed my mind. Don´t go shopping. But even you need to eat. Let´s have dinner out somewhere close.* Deleted. Just shook his head.
*So bored. Please join me. You know where to find me. Can have dinner here.* Deleted. Smirked.
“Why didn´t you answer me?” John fussed when he finally got home from the first day of his three-day medical conference.
Sherlock opened his eyes, still lying on the couch. “My dear John, you should know by now not to use Irene Adlers´s tactic on me...”
“What?! Sherlock!”
Text Messages II.
Vibration. John sighed in relief. He looked at his mobile phone and opened the newly arrived message. Then his blue eyes widened and his heart started to beat even faster, his face blushing. He looked around but no one was watching. Good.
Naked Sherlock, totally exposed, was smirking at him from the photo with a message: *Need you. Home. Now.*
John swallowed and when his heart stopped racing, he licked his lips and answered:
*Hope you have something to eat there. I´m hungry...*
To hell with this boring medical conference. Nothing interesting here. What could be more important than his... well-being?