Re: Dirty Little SecretsheepnamedpigNovember 5 2010, 22:46:34 UTC
I've gotta say, I'm really enjoying all these recent John/Mycroft prompts. Ugh. I want to work on this, but I'm up to my eyeballs in other unfinished stuff. Someone please fill this!
Fill: Dirty Little Secret 1/? I suck at mathvelvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 18:47:47 UTC
John tucked the file folder under his arm and was headed out the door for his 11:15 appointment with the tax attorney when he saw a very familiar dark sedan pull up to the curb. He pressed his lips shut as the door opened up. A hand beckoned him in.
John sighed and leaned forward. "What did I ask you about calling ahead?" He admonished. "And don't say 'Sherlock mustn't know' this time. He's watching us right now through the sitting room window."
Mycroft leaned to the side so he could meet John's eyes. "Hello, John. Forgive the abruptness, but it's really quite important that we talk immediately."
"Ordinarily, I'd say 'fine,' but I have an appointment today." John had occasionally been able to nip things in the bud if he was forthright enough. It was one of those defensive things one learned when dealing with Holmeses.
But it didn't always work.
"With your tax attorney," confirmed Mycroft, with a dismissive nod. "I know. That is what I need to see you about. There are some… complications… to your taxes that you might
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Re: Fill: Dirty Little Secret 2/? velvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 18:51:25 UTC
"Okay, so the crisis passed, I came through, why is it that this paperwork still exists?"
"Because, the way you and Sherlock traipse about, I honestly am not sure when I'll need to pull it out again. Believe me, it is better to simply allow the paperwork to stand. There is no harm in it."
John decided against banging his head against the window glass. He had enough of a headache without giving himself a real one.
"Well, if I was someone like Sherlock or yourself, I'd agree," he said, pragmatically, "But as I'm the sort who actually has ambitions of romantic companionship, it is a wee bit of a problem." He took the certificate and tore it into two. "Oops."
Mycroft chuckled with mild amusement. "You do know that that was just a copy. The real certificate is on file with the GRO."
"Of course it is." Nothing was ever that simple. "You actually went through with making it official."
Mycroft seemed to ignore that. "Ah, we've arrived."
They'd arrived, it seemed, at the posh, curved stone steps of the Landau. Mycroft let
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Dirty Little Secret 4/? velvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 18:56:11 UTC
At that moment door opened and the conversation simply stopped. Mycroft sat back as the soup course was served. Neither said anything until the server left once more. John watched for a minute while Mycroft sipped at the broth with a look of blissful appreciation on his face. Noticing John's scrutiny, he attempted to steer the conversation on to methods of cooking and flavor combinations, which might at another time have been interesting, but this time seemed to be Mycroft's way of putting the previous discussion to rest.
John wasn't having it.
"How the deuce do you take this all so … calmly. You act as if you are happy to be saddled with me."
Mycroft looked up from his chilled tomato consommé with goats cheese. He smiled warmly. "I am happy to be saddled with you
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Re: Dirty Little Secret 6/? velvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 18:58:00 UTC
The next course turned out to be roast rack of lamb with anchovies, garlic and artichokes. They spent a few minutes tucking into their food. The portions were small and artfully arranged about the plate, but every bite was amazing. It was possibly the best meal John had ever eaten. It was only after they'd worked their way through most of it that the conversation resumed
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Re: Dirty Little Secret 7/7velvet_maceNovember 8 2010, 18:58:53 UTC
The door opened up and the server took away their dishes. She returned soon after with coffee and cups of crème brulee. John found his serviette on the floor and placed it across his lap again. Then tasted the dish. He couldn't get the memory of Mycroft's kiss away. It sent little thrills of pleasure through him
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I'm a sucker for John/Mycroft, especially if it's hush-hush or messed up. Of course, I should say that I'd want it to be Mycroft who marries John.
Actually, I'm not sure what you want. Mycoft/John or John/Sherlock with Mycroft snooping in and being an overzealous brother in law.
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Ugh. I want to work on this, but I'm up to my eyeballs in other unfinished stuff. Someone please fill this!
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John sighed and leaned forward. "What did I ask you about calling ahead?" He admonished. "And don't say 'Sherlock mustn't know' this time. He's watching us right now through the sitting room window."
Mycroft leaned to the side so he could meet John's eyes. "Hello, John. Forgive the abruptness, but it's really quite important that we talk immediately."
"Ordinarily, I'd say 'fine,' but I have an appointment today." John had occasionally been able to nip things in the bud if he was forthright enough. It was one of those defensive things one learned when dealing with Holmeses.
But it didn't always work.
"With your tax attorney," confirmed Mycroft, with a dismissive nod. "I know. That is what I need to see you about. There are some… complications… to your taxes that you might ( ... )
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"Because, the way you and Sherlock traipse about, I honestly am not sure when I'll need to pull it out again. Believe me, it is better to simply allow the paperwork to stand. There is no harm in it."
John decided against banging his head against the window glass. He had enough of a headache without giving himself a real one.
"Well, if I was someone like Sherlock or yourself, I'd agree," he said, pragmatically, "But as I'm the sort who actually has ambitions of romantic companionship, it is a wee bit of a problem." He took the certificate and tore it into two. "Oops."
Mycroft chuckled with mild amusement. "You do know that that was just a copy. The real certificate is on file with the GRO."
"Of course it is." Nothing was ever that simple. "You actually went through with making it official."
Mycroft seemed to ignore that. "Ah, we've arrived."
They'd arrived, it seemed, at the posh, curved stone steps of the Landau. Mycroft let ( ... )
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John wasn't having it.
"How the deuce do you take this all so … calmly. You act as if you are happy to be saddled with me."
Mycroft looked up from his chilled tomato consommé with goats cheese. He smiled warmly. "I am happy to be saddled with you ( ... )
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My-brain-is-stupid comment: one singular sensation
That better not have been on purpose. Do you know how long it will take to get that bloody song out of my head? Days, I tell you. DAYS.
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