Title: Functionality
Words: 221
Rating: PG
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“You want me to do what?”
“Go undercover as a kitchen retailer. John, really, it’s not that hard to understand. It’s for the Burns case.”
“How am I supposed to sell someone a kitchen? I don’t know anything about that.”
“Well, what would you say are the selling points of our kitchen?”
John looks around, then starts to grin.
“What?”
“Ok, first there is our fridge. It’s quite nice to press you against it in order to kiss you senseless. And when you slump down a little bit, you are in the perfect position for me to rub myself against you.”
Sherlock looks at him with wide eyes and slightly breathless.
“I also think our chairs have the ideal shape to lean back and enjoy a blowjob. The backrest is strong enough so that you can even thrust back a little.”
It's impressive how fast these two men can turn each other on. Because they are, right now. Turned on, I mean.
“And then there is our counter. It has the perfect height for you to fuck me.”
Sherlock groans and suddenly there are hands pushing and John finds himself on said counter, a panting detective between his legs, grinding against him. John moans and grabs for his belt.
“Not that I object, but I think you got my list backwards.”
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AN: This one is for
verityburns, because it's her birthday.
Happy Birthday, sweetie!
I am so grateful to have such a wonderful friend like you! *hugs fiercely*
And how did this 221B happen you ask? Atlin and I were walking down a street in London and suddenly she said: ‘Oh, look, they sell German kitchens here. Maybe you could work there.’
I had to object that I could only point out the functionality of a kitchen in regards to places that one might use for all kinds of sexual encounters...
Her shriek of delight was so loud that she scared a poor business man on the phone (probably ruined the deal he was trying to make). And then she said that this had to go into a fic. Which it now has. There you go.
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