FOOD
Theme: #1
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Drabble:
Cake
Mycroft looked around his kitchen, his top of the line, fully equipped kitchen. His kitchen which had been clean this morning, immaculately so. Now it looked like a bakery had exploded. White, brown, yellow and unexplainably blue decorated the cabinets, floor, counters and even the ceiling.
He wrinkled his nose in distaste, as he dragged his finger through some unidentified white powder.
Everything was forgotten when he saw the cake. He approached it carefully, because you never know. It wasn't until he stood before it, that he saw the writing and burst out in laughter.
Happy Birthday
SH & JW
Theme: #2
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Drabble:
Tea
There is nothing as British as tea, but Mycroft had to admit that the Chinese had the edge when it came to actually making tea.
He watched as Soo-Lin did the tea ceremony. He knew her past and he knew her future. He needed people like her, people who took care of themselves. He had kept his hands of her, just watched as she grew, became the strong woman she was now. She was almost ready for him to scoop her up and shape her the way the world needed her.
But until then she would just be making tea.
Theme: #3
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers:None
Warnings:Eating disorder (Binge eating)
Drabble:
Binge
He felt his hand twitch nervously as he opened the fridge. He closed it immediately with more force than had been necessary. He walked away, a nervously restlessness in his whole body. He craved to just do it, but his mind said no, so he walked back to his bed. Five minutes later he stood up, still with that itch, stalked back to the fridge and started to eat. Everything within arms' reach was devoured. Ten minutes later Mycroft slit down to the ground feeling full, dirty, nauseous.
His tears fell in silence as he realised his failure once again.
Theme: #4
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers:None
Warnings:Spiders
Drabble:
Coffee
Mycroft Holmes liked his tea as much as the next Englishman, but at moments like this he needed just one thing and that was a big cup of hot strong coffee.
The day had been hell. He had barely stopped a war, accidently ordered a hit on an innocent man and when he finally went home he found that his umbrella had disappeared. When he walked in to his kitchen, exhausted, it was cold and empty, his family already in bed.
So when a hairy leg poked out of the coffee beans, he decided that the world really hated him.
Theme: #5
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers:None
Warnings:
Drabble:
Perfect
His hands slid over the exposed skin reverently. It was soft as silk, and the small hairs tickled his fingertips. He explored further, finding the hard center, stroking it before bringing his fingers, wet with juice, to his mouth. He carefully licked them clean one by one. As the last one popped out of his mouth he groaned.
Everything had heated up nicely and he felt his heart raced. He was ready for the crucial step, his movements carefully and deliberate.
Ten minutes later he stepped back and looked at the sight of the perfect Pavlova.
He really loved cooking.