221B Drabbles

by moonblossom

Summary:

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. There will be pre-slash, established relationships, some attempts at cases, lots of fluff, some angst, etc. Note: These stories are not sequential, or even necessarily in the same universe. Unless otherwise specified, each drabble is a unique, complete entity.

(at some point, the word count on this got slightly off - not sure what's happened but I assure you I use the word count utilities in my word processing software and manually count each one, and they are all 221 words long)

Chapter 1: Bashful

Notes:

Sherlock over-indulges and ponders the consequences of his lack of impulse control.

Sherlock groans and rolls over in his bed, one arm flung across his face. His eyelids feel like sandpaper and his mouth tastes as though he’s licked the inside of a rubbish bin. What on earth had possessed him to indulge in those ridiculously flashy drinks John had made? What were they called? Something awfully distasteful having to do with the IRA, he thinks. It started as a curious interest in the foaming action when the multiple beverages were combined, but why on earth had he had more than one? Or six?

And good lord, what had he said to John afterwards? And what had he done? He distinctly remembers loudly proclaiming words like “attractive,” “brave,” and “charming”, and, could it be he’d even resorted to the L-word? But then, he also remembers the feel of hands, rough and solid and warm, on the small of his back and slightly chapped but very yielding lips pressed against his own (hopefully before whatever resulted in the foul taste had occurred). Can it be, then, that his feelings aren’t entirely unreciprocated? Is John (attractive, brave, charming, wonderful John) currently lying in his own room, waffling about in the same manner?

Only one way to find out, he supposes. Sherlock gets up, gets dressed, and emerges from his room, looking distinctly and uncharacteristically bashful.