dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-12-13 14:21:00 |
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Eggs, Obscenities, and Toast
Title: Eggs, Obscenities, and Toast
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Word Count: 221B
Notes: Title sounds like what I'm going to have for breakfast tomorrow. I've got a lot of homework to do, and I haven't been able to get a decent nights sleep since they switched my meds a week and not quite a half ago... Prompt 71.) Touch.
There had been no awkward conversations, no fumbling confessions, no their relationship had started with one simple action.
Sherlock had taken a taxi cab to the cafe. The picture Mycroft had sent had told him everything. John had been upset, his hands trembling. Harriet Watson was drunk at 8am in the morning, screaming obscenities at her younger brother. Harriet had lied about recovery, instead she was out to borrow more money for her addiction.
Sherlock had walked up without saying all the things he'd like to the screaming harpy and took John's hand.
John's warm hand, which began to still at Sherlock's touch. John's hand which was not soft but was smooth, which had a firm but pleasing grip on Sherlock's bonier and longer hands.
He didn't respond to Harriet's insults. He walked out of the cafe, Sherlock's hand in his, leaving Harry Watson to her eggs, obscenities, and toast.
When they got home, it had been natural to stroke his fingers through John's silky and soft hair, to pull John close to him so that they were pressed against one another and kiss those soft, plump lips, (that frequently drew his attention due to John's subconscious habit of licking his lips) and to touch all of the silken skin that he could reach.
Without a word, they had become boyfriends.