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The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (23/24)
Title: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (23/24)
Author:
swissmarg
Prompter:
ruth0007, who wanted to see the day John moves in
Rating: G
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock
Timeline: Six months after chapter 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
By the time John's lease expired, it was well understood without any discussion that he would be moving into Sherlock's house. On the day, however, there somehow ended up being more boxes and bags than anticipated, and although Sherlock was elbow-deep in an interesting case, he found himself helping carry things in from Stamford's car.
At the top of the stairs, Sherlock, weighed down with a box of books - honestly, had John never heard of e-books? - turned left toward the second bedroom, only to hear John stop behind him.
"Er... This way?" John inclined his head to the right. "Or... did you mean to store my things in the other bedroom? Sorry, I just thought-"
Oh. Oh! "Yes, of course, you'll want your things in ... the bedroom. That you'll be using."
"Because I was assuming- But I can use the other one, it's not a problem."
"No! No, it's fine, I'll just...bring this to the master bedroom."
John waited for him, and when Sherlock was even with John, stepped into his path, leaned forward over the boxes they were both holding, and kissed him. "Our bedroom," he said, smiling, his face resting against Sherlock's.
"Yes," Sherlock breathed out. He took the opportunity to steal another kiss, and another, and even though Stamford was downstairs, one more. "Our bedroom."
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Rating: G
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock
Timeline: Six months after chapter 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
Twenty-Three: John Moves In
By the time John's lease expired, it was well understood without any discussion that he would be moving into Sherlock's house. On the day, however, there somehow ended up being more boxes and bags than anticipated, and although Sherlock was elbow-deep in an interesting case, he found himself helping carry things in from Stamford's car.
At the top of the stairs, Sherlock, weighed down with a box of books - honestly, had John never heard of e-books? - turned left toward the second bedroom, only to hear John stop behind him.
"Er... This way?" John inclined his head to the right. "Or... did you mean to store my things in the other bedroom? Sorry, I just thought-"
Oh. Oh! "Yes, of course, you'll want your things in ... the bedroom. That you'll be using."
"Because I was assuming- But I can use the other one, it's not a problem."
"No! No, it's fine, I'll just...bring this to the master bedroom."
John waited for him, and when Sherlock was even with John, stepped into his path, leaned forward over the boxes they were both holding, and kissed him. "Our bedroom," he said, smiling, his face resting against Sherlock's.
"Yes," Sherlock breathed out. He took the opportunity to steal another kiss, and another, and even though Stamford was downstairs, one more. "Our bedroom."
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