Watson's Wonderful Life, part I

[charlotteyonge]

Sherlock Holmes stood silently at the window of Baker Street watching the last snowflakes sifting down from the sky. The pane was thick with ice, and winter’s frosty breath reached in just beyond the glass. Behind him, the sitting room was a warm cocoon, a tall fire snapping against the hearth and a fresh cup of tea steaming expectantly on his desk

Comments

[rabidsamfan]

Oh, no! And things had been going so well, too!

[tinzelda]

I didn't know you posted this! I haven't been keeping up with LJ at ALL. I can't wait to read it! I'm totally swamped with work today, but I think I might just have to sneak in some time to treat myself to this. I finally saw Blue Carbuncle the other night, so I'm all set to read.

[tinzelda]

Didn't take me long to abandon work for the sake of your fic! This is WONDERFUL so far. I love how sweetly shy both of them are which each other, but Holmes is still very much himself - so hard on Watson and unable to sit back and relax for the holiday. I liked fed-up Mrs. Hudson (who can blame her?) and the mistletoe kiss especially.

[vsee]

Leaving a rather random comment right here, since this is where I can find a piece of this story. I happened to reread this just now, and I love it. I can't remember if I managed to leave feedback at the time this was posted. I am often away from my computer by the time I am reading stories, and I have to remember to come back and leave feedback!

This story is very sweet and I really enjoyed revisiting it.

[charlotteyonge]

Thanks so much for taking the time to tell me you liked it. One never tires of receiving comments for any story. Come back anytime. :)