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.

61. Barnacle

Because we all need a little fluff in a universe where our boys are happy and safe and together right now, don't we?

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Sometimes, at night, John finds himself wondering where his limbs end and Sherlock's begin. In all the years they've been together, the taller man has apparently never gotten over the novelty of sharing a bed. He's always careful not to smother John, not to make him feel trapped, but there's always a head resting lightly on a shoulder, legs tangled together, or long fingers laced through John's hair - no matter how short it may be.

Normally, John doesn't mind. He knows Sherlock has gone without genuine affection for so long that he's more than happy to indulge. However, at this particular juncture in time, there is a rather angular hipbone pressing stubbornly into his uncomfortably full bladder, and a pale, slender leg thrown over his thighs. John manages to extricate himself very carefully, trying not to wake Sherlock, but the forlorn little sounds coming from the general vicinity of the curly head make it apparent that he hasn't succeeded.

"I just need to run to the loo, Sherlock. I'll be back in a second."

Sherlock acknowledges him with a petulant-sounding grunt. John hurries to the toilet and back as quick as possible, crawls back under the covers, pulls the grumbling detective close and murmurs affectionately into Sherlock's throat as he feels himself re-encircled by lanky limbs. "You clingy, ridiculous barnacle."