60 for 60: The Five Orange Pips
Canon Story: The Five Orange pips
Title: Get set
Author: trillsabells
Rating: PG
A/N: So I wrote a 60 based on a headcanon that I have always had for this story. And then I realised you would actually need to live in my head for it to make sense so I wrote a drabble for context
It was Holmes himself who answered the door, still in his dressing gown even though it was after lunch. With a keen eye he took in my breathless appearance and the bags at my feet.
“Visiting her aunt,” he said, thoughtfully. “Surrey. Two weeks.”
I nodded my ascent.
Stepping aside, Holmes gestured through the doorway. “We’d better get started then.”
Earlier that day
“I suppose you’ll be staying with Holmes while I’m gone,” my wife said as Henry loaded the last of her luggage into the carriage.
“I thought I might,” I conceded.
“Try not to go on too many adventures,” she said, teasingly. “You always look so tired after a stay with him.”
I neglected to mention that it was never the adventures as much as the two weeks of athletic sex in every room of Baker Street.
“I’ll try to restrain myself,” I said instead. “But you know his effect on me.”
She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Indeed I do.”
A/N 2: Turns out my head canon for Watson and his wife is rather kinky…
Title: Get set
Author: trillsabells
Rating: PG
A/N: So I wrote a 60 based on a headcanon that I have always had for this story. And then I realised you would actually need to live in my head for it to make sense so I wrote a drabble for context
It was Holmes himself who answered the door, still in his dressing gown even though it was after lunch. With a keen eye he took in my breathless appearance and the bags at my feet.
“Visiting her aunt,” he said, thoughtfully. “Surrey. Two weeks.”
I nodded my ascent.
Stepping aside, Holmes gestured through the doorway. “We’d better get started then.”
Earlier that day
“I suppose you’ll be staying with Holmes while I’m gone,” my wife said as Henry loaded the last of her luggage into the carriage.
“I thought I might,” I conceded.
“Try not to go on too many adventures,” she said, teasingly. “You always look so tired after a stay with him.”
I neglected to mention that it was never the adventures as much as the two weeks of athletic sex in every room of Baker Street.
“I’ll try to restrain myself,” I said instead. “But you know his effect on me.”
She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Indeed I do.”
A/N 2: Turns out my head canon for Watson and his wife is rather kinky…