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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (24/24)
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Prompter: Self
Rating: PG
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock
Timeline: Sometime in the (not so?) distant future; references a moment from chapter 16
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.
John stood up and stretched. "I'm for bed. Coming?"
Sherlock looked up from his computer. He was working on a spreadsheet of the moss samples from their latest case. He was going to tell John to go ahead, but something about the way John was standing there reminded him of another night.
"Yes, actually," Sherlock said. He put his computer to sleep and followed John up the stairs, turning off the lights as he went. Gladstone clicked along beside them.
Sherlock remembered exactly how it went. John used the bathroom first, while Sherlock put on his pyjamas. Then Sherlock took his turn, while John got Gladstone settled in his dog bed. When Sherlock returned, John was already in bed, lying back with his hands behind his head, watching Sherlock. He smiled, and Sherlock's chest hurt with how much he loved this man.
Sherlock turned off the light and slipped under the covers. Their hands and mouths found each other with practiced ease, and Sherlock was still breathless with the wonder of it, even after all this time.
Afterwards, Sherlock held John close and waited for the tightness in his throat to pass before he said, "I saw this moment. That first night. I knew then."
John smiled and kissed his shoulder and told him he was daft, and mad, and brilliant.
End note: And that is really it! Check out the Master Post if you want to see what the actual chronological order of these drabbles should be. Many, many thanks to all of you for reading and commenting and being enthusiastic throughout. I had loads of fun with this series and I hope you have too. Onward to series 3!
Author:
Prompter: Self
Rating: PG
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock
Timeline: Sometime in the (not so?) distant future; references a moment from chapter 16
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-Four: Daft, Mad, Brilliant
John stood up and stretched. "I'm for bed. Coming?"
Sherlock looked up from his computer. He was working on a spreadsheet of the moss samples from their latest case. He was going to tell John to go ahead, but something about the way John was standing there reminded him of another night.
"Yes, actually," Sherlock said. He put his computer to sleep and followed John up the stairs, turning off the lights as he went. Gladstone clicked along beside them.
Sherlock remembered exactly how it went. John used the bathroom first, while Sherlock put on his pyjamas. Then Sherlock took his turn, while John got Gladstone settled in his dog bed. When Sherlock returned, John was already in bed, lying back with his hands behind his head, watching Sherlock. He smiled, and Sherlock's chest hurt with how much he loved this man.
Sherlock turned off the light and slipped under the covers. Their hands and mouths found each other with practiced ease, and Sherlock was still breathless with the wonder of it, even after all this time.
Afterwards, Sherlock held John close and waited for the tightness in his throat to pass before he said, "I saw this moment. That first night. I knew then."
John smiled and kissed his shoulder and told him he was daft, and mad, and brilliant.
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End note: And that is really it! Check out the Master Post if you want to see what the actual chronological order of these drabbles should be. Many, many thanks to all of you for reading and commenting and being enthusiastic throughout. I had loads of fun with this series and I hope you have too. Onward to series 3!
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