[10 out of 20] BBC Sherlock: Feeling: Gen
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sweetandshortTitle: Feeling
Prompt: Feeling
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: Gen
Length: 300
Summary: John has a bad feeling about a client with an all-white room.
John had a bad feeling about this.
White carpet. White curtains. White chairs. White sofa.
It set him on edge, like any moment he might stain something.
What kind of person thought so much white would be a good idea?
John eschewed the chair for the sofa, the too-small sofa. Ridiculous size. Not big enough to stretch out and watch the game, but just big enough that one person sitting in it was enveloped, looking like a fun-sized human in a white candy wrapper. Well, John picked it anyway because if he chose the chair and if he crossed his legs, he might knock over that vase of, predictably, very white lilies.
Sherlock had followed John into the room and chosen, oh, come on, really, to sit, or rather to wedge himself because it couldn’t really be called sitting, beside John on the too-small sofa!
John glared at Sherlock.
There was a chair. Right! There! Idiot!
But Sherlock smiled a very fake smile and leaned back and, yes, it was almost June, stretched his arm behind John, a ‘we’re a couple’ gesture which wasn’t lost on their potential client who had, in fact, taken the other chair. John supposed she wasn’t worried about knocking over her own vase of lilies.
She was explaining the problem, the reason she’d contacted Sherlock, the reason, presumably she needed his help, but John wasn’t listening, he was feeling.
First, alarmingly, he was feeling Sherlock’s body crammed against his. And secondly, and even more alarmingly, he was feeling Sherlock’s hand sliding down, down, down.
Was he really copping a feel in front of a paying client?
But no, he was touching John’s arse, he was touching John’s gun.
Oh. Well. Right.
Too bad, thought John, blood stains were bloody hard to get out of white.
Prompt: Feeling
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: Gen
Length: 300
Summary: John has a bad feeling about a client with an all-white room.
John had a bad feeling about this.
White carpet. White curtains. White chairs. White sofa.
It set him on edge, like any moment he might stain something.
What kind of person thought so much white would be a good idea?
John eschewed the chair for the sofa, the too-small sofa. Ridiculous size. Not big enough to stretch out and watch the game, but just big enough that one person sitting in it was enveloped, looking like a fun-sized human in a white candy wrapper. Well, John picked it anyway because if he chose the chair and if he crossed his legs, he might knock over that vase of, predictably, very white lilies.
Sherlock had followed John into the room and chosen, oh, come on, really, to sit, or rather to wedge himself because it couldn’t really be called sitting, beside John on the too-small sofa!
John glared at Sherlock.
There was a chair. Right! There! Idiot!
But Sherlock smiled a very fake smile and leaned back and, yes, it was almost June, stretched his arm behind John, a ‘we’re a couple’ gesture which wasn’t lost on their potential client who had, in fact, taken the other chair. John supposed she wasn’t worried about knocking over her own vase of lilies.
She was explaining the problem, the reason she’d contacted Sherlock, the reason, presumably she needed his help, but John wasn’t listening, he was feeling.
First, alarmingly, he was feeling Sherlock’s body crammed against his. And secondly, and even more alarmingly, he was feeling Sherlock’s hand sliding down, down, down.
Was he really copping a feel in front of a paying client?
But no, he was touching John’s arse, he was touching John’s gun.
Oh. Well. Right.
Too bad, thought John, blood stains were bloody hard to get out of white.
