221B Drabbles

by tsukinoblossom

My attempt at writing short stories in the 221-B format 221 words, last word starting with B . I'm really enjoying writing and I think these will encourage me to to do it more often and present an interesting challenge. Note: These stories are not sequential, or even necessarily in the same universe. Unless otherwise specified, each drabble is a unique, complete entity.

46. Bedsheet

Behold, Sheetlock! It was bound to happen after seeing all the amazing teasers from yesterday and today.

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John puts up with a lot, he really does. He tries to be patient and understanding, but sometimes Sherlock just pushes his luck. He's gotten used to seeing his flatmate in loungewear in the middle of the afternoon – the man has a ridiculous collection of posh robes. It's even gotten to the point that John is comfortable in a vest and pyjama bottoms himself, a far cry from the warm protection offered by the multitudinous layers he usually wears.

But this new development? This is absolutely ridiculous, even for Sherlock. He's flouncing around in a large square of billowing Egyptian cotton. It's lush and thick, but still somehow clinging dramatically to his chiselled torso like he's some kind of Grecian statue in a toga.

John sighs and lowers himself into one of the chairs in the kitchen, staring intently as Sherlock paces around the sitting room and mutters to himself.

"Sherlock, for the love of God, just put some bloody trousers on. Or even just a robe and some shorts. You're positively indecent."

Sherlock eyes John's midsection and lets his eyes trail slightly lower. "You certainly seem to be enjoying it." he purrs.

"That's irrelevant." John coughs and flushes slightly before scowling at Sherlock. "Just go get dressed. You absolutely cannot just wander around all evening wearing nothing but a bedsheet!"