Fic: 221B - Inception

Nov 08, 2012 18:04



Title: Inception
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.

Day 185 - “God, John, your mouth. )

molly/greg, molly, 221b, humour, lestrade, kissing, love, one bed, inconvenient boner, sherlock/john, sex on the horizon, friendship, sherlock_bbc, slash, prompt-fill, 365 days challenge, blowjob (or not)

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chocolamousse November 8 2012, 17:40:58 UTC
Advent Sunday
Speaking of Advent, I really look forward to your 221B Advent calendar. You know, the one you'll write every day in December, like last year, on top of your usual daily 221B.
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Anarion? ANARION SPEAK TO ME! STOP LYING ON THE FLOOR LIKE THAT, IT'S FRIGHTENING!

He had refused to tell her.
But will you tell us?

Sherlock grabbed him in the small hallway and pulled him into a kiss. John sighed contently and leaned against him.
Aww, it's sweet.

“God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”
Wow, it's... hot.

I feel like doing it in our bed for a change.
I like for a change! This is so true in this fandom. Not that I'm complaining, no no no.

Daily posting will be resumed.
Yay! *sighs contently. Like John.* :-)

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verityburns November 8 2012, 21:20:58 UTC
I think 'inconvenient boner' is my favourite tag of all time :D

I am constantly amazed at how you manage to combine such utter sweetness:

'Sherlock grabbed him in the small hallway and pulled him into a kiss. John sighed contently and leaned against him.'

with such steaming hotness:

“God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”

in so few words! It's like magic... you have a gift, my dear!

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rox712 November 9 2012, 19:34:11 UTC
Oh my... Advent and dirty talk? Two of my kinks in 221b words!

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purrculier1 November 17 2012, 21:43:28 UTC
It was the first Advent Sunday of the year and Sherlock and John were spending it at Greg’s and Molly’s.
Sorry, need to *squeee* "Greg's and Molly's" ah better, moving on.

She had spent the three previous days repeatedly trying to find out what Sherlock’s favourite food was. He had refused to tell her.
Not nice Sherlock, but food's not a priority for him, maybe he doesn't have one?

where he had talked to Molly about her pregnancy for a while.
{sorry} *squeees again* for 'pregnant' Molly! and 'can't help being a doctor' John.

“God, John, your mouth. You taste like hot punch and spices and you. Before this day is over I want to taste myself in there too.”
Um, think have found reason why Sherlock won't tell Molly what favorite food is.{snerk} Noah's outboard motorboat i made an innuendo am so ashamed. {lie}

“I wasn’t. I feel like doing it in our bed for a change.”
Awwww, That's almost romantic for Sherlock. one more *squeee*
also would be nice change from tables, cupboards, public places, etcetra *cough*

*reads prompt* *rereads ( ... )

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