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.

80. Backside

Because I desperately needed some silly fluff today.

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John buries his face in the curve of Sherlock's throat, teasing his tongue along the raised tendons. "You're gorgeous, you inhuman creature."

Sherlock stills under John's lips. "I don't understand it, John. People put so much value on physical appearance, rather than intellect or mental acuity. I hear comments about my appearance from minor acquaintances, even total strangers, and it means nothing. And yet, when you say things like that, it makes me feel strangely warm and giddy."

An impish grin spreads across John's face. "I guess that makes me special then, doesn't it?" Sherlock doesn't look satisfied though. "It's not solely my appearance though, is it?"

John pulls back, staring fondly at the man who has so much understanding of the world, yet so little understanding of love. "Of course not! Your mind is brilliant, fantastic. The way your brain works never ceases to amaze me. This..." he gestures from Sherlock's face down his body. "This is all a bonus. You could be a hideous troll on the outside, I'd still love you as long as you were the same inside."

Placing one solid kiss on Sherlock's lips, John runs his hands down the taller man's sides and settles them on his arse. "But really, Sherlock, a man of your intellect has no business being in possession of this backside."