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.

214. Babbling

John's peaceful slumber is interrupted by Sherlock muttering to himself as his fingers fly across his phone. Grumbling, John rolls over.

"Sherlock, it's three in the morning, what the hell are you playing at?"

"You told me you wanted me to sleep with you more often. I'm trying to be more amenable to your requests."

Eyes fixed pointedly on the phone, John says "Whatever you're doing, Sherlock, it's not sleeping. Also, I keep forgetting I need to be clearer about these things. When I said I wanted you to spend more time in bed with me, the implication was not sleeping."

Comprehension dawns on Sherlock's face, but he still hasn't put the phone down. Thoroughly awake now, John shimmies closer to Sherlock, his fingers tracing not-so-idly up and down the pale length of Sherlock's thigh. He feels the muscles trembling under his hand.

Sherlock looks pained, almost conflicted. "Can't John, not right now. Need to finish this. The case... married... work..." He's mumbling now, arguing for argument's sake, even John can tell his heart's not in it. Insinuating his way under Sherlock's arm, John perches over him, nipping his earlobe. "Don't... nnhhgg.. John... stop..."

Using his weight to pin Sherlock to the mattress, John kisses him thoroughly and passionately. He glides his tongue against Sherlock's lower lip, effectively silencing the babbling.