Title: You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners
Word Count ~1,000
Rating: I dunno - about a 15?
Pairings: Sherlock/Mycroft
Verse: BBC
Warnings: Unresolved Holmescestual Tension. But funny.
A/N : Humbly dedicated to my sister in smut, my beloved
filthgoblin.
Betaed by the 'botspouse - thank you for the chess tips, darling. And for getting it. I apologise for nothing
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...you know, you're the only person who can fulfill that promise! Great stuff! (and hooray to the 'botspouse for betaing!)
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He's a very understanding chap. That or I broke him. Either way... WIN!
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(Sorry, I mean, I don't know _what_ you're talking about...)
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You managed both funny and hot at the same time!
Brilliant fic!
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Thank you very much!
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He knows Mycroft will hold the threat of a Knighthood over him for a while yet. They’re both savouring the anticipation too much to rush the moment when Mycroft finally brings him, so very publicly, to his knees.
I was going to say that knighthoods will never be the same again, but maybe they always were and I just didn't know it. (no, that really didn't make any sense, did it? I think you must have broken my brain...)
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Oh, help! XD XD XD
This is witty and terribly wrong. I love the communiqué. They must drive everyone around them completely batshit crazy.
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