Drabble Fill
Little Fill written for a prompt found on the BBCSherlock forum. Couldn't post it there because that particular thread is frozen (closed for being too big). But I decided to fill for it anyways....
Prompt:SHerlock Holmes is SO IN LOVE, that he won't let John alone. (You know. 'Where are you?' texts when he leaves the room for 5 minutes, following him into the bathroom, standing right behind him in the kitchen, and so on.) John is annoyed, but secretly he adores the attention.
Bonus points if everyone/anyone calls him out on that.
found HERE: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/575.html?thread=337471#t337471
"Sherlock," John says dryly. "Do you want tea, or not?"
The doctor pauses, hand on the kettle, and waits for an answer.
Sherlock just leans closer, seeming to snuffle at John's neck. His arms bracket the smaller man, who wishes that the oven was on so that it'd singe the mad scientist intruding on his space.
"Yes," Sherlock huffs.
John waits, then sighs.
"You'll have to move, you realize. You're in my way."
"No I'm not," he mumbles into John's neck petulantly.
John sighs again, but moves abruptly to make his point.
To his surprise, he doesn't bump into the detective, or trip over his long gangly legs. In fact, he seems to move gracefully with John, like a dance partner, and the only reason why he knows he's still there is the occasional hot breath puffed against his skin.
"All right, all right," he pours the steaming hot water into two mugs. "You've made your point, you mad, mad, man. This is a bit not good, you know."
"Is it?" Sherlock murmurs, hands creeping along John's hips.
John doesn't bother to reply: he can't expect mad sociopaths to respect personal boundaries.
"Cream or sugar?" he asks flatly.
"Both," he feels Sherlock grin.
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Prompt:SHerlock Holmes is SO IN LOVE, that he won't let John alone. (You know. 'Where are you?' texts when he leaves the room for 5 minutes, following him into the bathroom, standing right behind him in the kitchen, and so on.) John is annoyed, but secretly he adores the attention.
Bonus points if everyone/anyone calls him out on that.
found HERE: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/575.html?thread=337471#t337471
"Sherlock," John says dryly. "Do you want tea, or not?"
The doctor pauses, hand on the kettle, and waits for an answer.
Sherlock just leans closer, seeming to snuffle at John's neck. His arms bracket the smaller man, who wishes that the oven was on so that it'd singe the mad scientist intruding on his space.
"Yes," Sherlock huffs.
John waits, then sighs.
"You'll have to move, you realize. You're in my way."
"No I'm not," he mumbles into John's neck petulantly.
John sighs again, but moves abruptly to make his point.
To his surprise, he doesn't bump into the detective, or trip over his long gangly legs. In fact, he seems to move gracefully with John, like a dance partner, and the only reason why he knows he's still there is the occasional hot breath puffed against his skin.
"All right, all right," he pours the steaming hot water into two mugs. "You've made your point, you mad, mad, man. This is a bit not good, you know."
"Is it?" Sherlock murmurs, hands creeping along John's hips.
John doesn't bother to reply: he can't expect mad sociopaths to respect personal boundaries.
"Cream or sugar?" he asks flatly.
"Both," he feels Sherlock grin.
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