Christmas 221B Request: A Morbid Taste for Bananas

[marysutherland]

Happy Christmas to rabidsamfan

Rating: 12 (embarassing medico-historical facts)

Prompt: Harry/Molly, last word "bananas"

“We get to the junction in about a m-mile,” Harry said, staring at the map by torchlight.

“And what direction do we go?” Molly asked. There was a moment’s intense concentration in the passenger seat.

“Left,” Harry announced

Comments

[rabidsamfan]

Oh, glory! And Cadfael too! Although Molly should realize that a room full of elderly lady mystery buffs is a room that already is aware of post-hanging priapism. Probably. I mean, they're old not dead...

(But yes, Harry would forget to eat or sleep, wouldn't she, without a very good reason to come to bed.)

[marysutherland]

I like your icon! I suspect Molly's worrying unduly about the Ellis Peters fans, and most of them there will be fine about the priapism. But my late mother liked the books, and she wouldn't have coped well with the more risque elements of Harry's talks, so there'll probably be *someone* who complains.

Even sober, Harry is prone to do daft things, especially if distracted by the prospect of talking about the past. As I mentioned in another of the fics about her, there really needs to be a Historians Anonymous and Harry needs to be sent there.

[maggie_conagher]

lol, my mind went another way with 'banana' but I am as slash made me. ;)

[marysutherland]

That was one possible way I could take the prompt, but I'm not sure Harry's really into sex toys and Molly would probably regard it as a waste of good food, so I stuck to the clean version this time.