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Author's Note: This 221B ficlet is a gift for azriona on the occasion of her birthday and was inspired by a wonderful fic she's currently posting called "Mise En Place" - link in my profile - although this is not set in that universe.
Bed & Breakfast
'Mmmm,' Sherlock moans, face flushing with pleasure. 'I had no idea you were this good!'
John smiles, trying not to look too smug; after all, it's one thing to gain a reputation but quite another to please someone normally so uninterested as Sherlock.
'Wishing you'd tried it earlier?'
'Definitely.' Sherlock nods. 'I should have realised Molly knew what she was talking about.'
'Not just Molly,' John says pointedly. 'You'll find Mrs. Hudson, Greg, and Mycroft also appreciate my talents.'
'You gave one to Mycroft! Before me?'
'You said you weren't interested.'
'That's not the point.'
'Oh it so very much is.'
Sherlock glares at John, mouth pursing into a plush moue of discontent, but then John scoops up another spoonful of pie and holds it out.
'Open,' he instructs and Sherlock does, eyes fluttering closed as the rich filling coats his tongue.
'I'll only bake it for you, from now on,' John murmurs, his own tongue flicking out as he watches Sherlock swallow.
'Promise?'
'Promise.'
John barely manages to set the plate down before Sherlock pounces, kissing him with chocolaty lips and muttering about John's other reputation and how he really should reconfirm his prowess.
'As you wish.' John kisses him deeply then stands, pulling Sherlock with him. 'Bed?'
'Yes.' Sherlock makes a successful grab for the remaining pie. 'Andbreakfast.'