Fic-prompt
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bookish_dragonTitle: Untitled, written at the spur of the moment.
Fandom: BBC-Sherlock.
Pairing: John/Sherlock.
Rating: PG-13, for referring to a sexual act.
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes is owned by Arthur Conan Doyle, various movie-companies, and in this incarnation, by Moffat and Gatiss and the BBC.
Notes: Written for this prompt: When Sherlock is using John's computer, John asks "Is that my computer?" and Sherlock's justification is "Of course. Mine was in the bedroom."
"the bedroom."
Not MY bedroom, THE bedroom.
GO WITH IT, GUYS, ANYTHING BASED ON THIS!
"Yes, I know it was," John says. "About that..."
"Hmn?" Sherlock isn't paying much attention to anything but what's on the screen.
John sighs, walks over. He waves a hand between Sherlock's face and the screen until Sherlock looks up at him in annoyance. "In future, could you wait until after the sex to research your latest brainfarts?"
"One, I do not get 'brainfarts', I get highly brilliant insights. Two, sex helps me think, as I told you." Sherlock narrows his eyes.
"It's rather insulting to have someone go 'I've got it!' in the middle of getting a blowjob, and then parking a computer in his lap." John's gone red by now, whether from embarrassment or anger is hard to tell.
"Hmn," is all Sherlock can say before he turns back to the screen, leaving John with an insane desire to smack him upside the head.
Fandom: BBC-Sherlock.
Pairing: John/Sherlock.
Rating: PG-13, for referring to a sexual act.
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes is owned by Arthur Conan Doyle, various movie-companies, and in this incarnation, by Moffat and Gatiss and the BBC.
Notes: Written for this prompt: When Sherlock is using John's computer, John asks "Is that my computer?" and Sherlock's justification is "Of course. Mine was in the bedroom."
"the bedroom."
Not MY bedroom, THE bedroom.
GO WITH IT, GUYS, ANYTHING BASED ON THIS!
"Yes, I know it was," John says. "About that..."
"Hmn?" Sherlock isn't paying much attention to anything but what's on the screen.
John sighs, walks over. He waves a hand between Sherlock's face and the screen until Sherlock looks up at him in annoyance. "In future, could you wait until after the sex to research your latest brainfarts?"
"One, I do not get 'brainfarts', I get highly brilliant insights. Two, sex helps me think, as I told you." Sherlock narrows his eyes.
"It's rather insulting to have someone go 'I've got it!' in the middle of getting a blowjob, and then parking a computer in his lap." John's gone red by now, whether from embarrassment or anger is hard to tell.
"Hmn," is all Sherlock can say before he turns back to the screen, leaving John with an insane desire to smack him upside the head.
