221B - Silent Night
Title: Silent Night
Words: 221
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Previous 221b: There is no pleasure without pain
Today's prompt: Christmas trees
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Silent Night
He was sitting on the sofa next to the Christmas tree, eyes closed, the sleeping baby in his arms softly illuminated by the dim fairy lights.
John knew that he was staring. He was torn between a feeling of ‘unf’ and a feeling of ‘aaww’. [Not that John would say or think either. I’m paraphrasing here.]
Lestrade stepped up to him and handed him a beer. “You all right? You look a bit... confused.”
Molly came out of the kitchen where she had been cleaning up and joined them in the living room. She smiled.
“I know exactly how you feel. You can’t decide if you want to pet him or rip his clothes off.” [Yeah, Molly would totally say or think ‘unf’ and ‘aaww’!]
Lestrade bristled a little. “Wait. Do you want to pet him or rip his clothes off?”
Molly gently patted her boyfriend’s arm. “Relax. I just can relate because I feel this way every time you hold her. It is very confusing.”
John turned his gaze back to Sherlock. He looked very peaceful and relaxed. John set his beer on the table and walked over to the sofa where he carefully settled next to Sherlock. Without opening his eyes, Sherlock leaned into him with a content sigh.
It was a nice change to their life's usual bedlam.
Next 221b: An honest mistake
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AN: Today's prompt was 'Christmas trees'
I'm convinced that Molly can't cook, but Lestrade is excellent at it. So he cooks and she cleans up.
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