AN: Hello guys:) I'm so unbelievably sorry that I haven't updated in a while! I've been revising for exams and sorting out ther stuff and I just haven't had time... :'(

But here is my sorry present... I know it's short but please don't kill me!:0

I love you all as much as Sherlock loves his skull..

Prompts are always welcome:3

Also I just want to take this moment to thank each and every one of you that has reviewed/favourited/alerted this story. It means so much to me and it makes me feel so happy when people do stuff like that:D So seriously thankyou a billion times! (here have some internet cake ^_^)

-Erin:)

Prompt word from: Merthurr

Disdain:

The car rolled smoothly along the gravelled drive, purring lightly as it drew to a stop in front of a huge set of wooden doors. Two sleek black doors were thrown open, releasing a bickering Sherlock and John. Sherlock stepped away from the right hand side of the car and pushed the door shut.
"I don't understand." John protested, "Why don't you want me to meet your parents?"
"Parent. Father is away, we'll be meeting mother today." Sherlock replied as he stalked forwards, long coat flapping behind him. He had expected John to follow him, so was surprised to realise that his blogger wasn't behind him. The detective turned and looked at John who was stood stock still, head bowed slightly.
"John?"
"Are you ashamed of me Sherlock?" John asked, raising his head. Sherlock leapt forward and pulled John into his arms. "No, of course I'm not love." John relaxed slightly against his boyfriend.
"Then why are you so worried?"
"My mother isn't very... Accepting." Sherlock said, shamefully burying his face into John's fluffy hair. John pulled away slightly and met Sherlock's eyes. "Your mother can say whatever she wants but nothing, nothing, will stop me loving you."

Sherlock smiled at his boyfriend of two years, tears of happiness lingering in his eyes.
"I love you John Watson."
"As I love you Sherlock." John replied before he leant upwards and pressed his lips against Sherlock's. The consulting detective smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around John.

Neither man noticed the twitch in the curtain, or the face that stared with a horrified expression. Mrs Holmes backed away into the living room, disgust filling her whole body. She sank on the couch, covering her face with her hands wondering what she had done wrong. There was a light tap on the door and her elder son, Mycroft, entered the room. He sat down opposite his mother, elegantly unfolding a newspaper and immersing himself in it.

"Did you know?" Mrs Holmes hissed. Mycroft nodded slowly.
"Don't be harsh mother, or I will walk out of here with Sherlock and we will never come back." At those final few words, Mycroft looked up and stared at his mother, icy venom filling his usually expressionless eyes.

The Holmes staring match was interrupted by a rude knock. Sherlock strolled into the room, followed by John. Mrs Holmes looked up and noted that Sherlock was holding hands with the other man. Filled with revulsion, she scowled at the two men with disdain.