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turanteI just had this image engraved in my mind, and while I took my shower I kept playing with words until it was all rounded up and perfect.
I love writing perfect 100 words drabbles. When they are complete in every way (plot, implications, grammar, adjectives) I'm a very happy author.
I also know that I could have stretched this into a fic, but it would have been just that: stretching, and I much rather have a short but concentrated drabble, dribbling innuendos, than a long fic with a poor sex scene. Because, let's admit it, without the other V's help, I cannot write porn.
Life is cruel, and my shyness rules my writing skills.
Rating: R (to err on the safe side)
Pairing: Sherlock/John, Mycroft/John implied so feebly you might miss if you wink, so please don't wink
Word Count: 100
Title: Sibling Rivalry
When John had suggested, during one of their many one-sided dinners (meaning he ate while Sherlock thought), that he try to resolve the silly rivalry between him and his brother by finding something they had in common, he hadn’t expected Sherlock to actually listen to him, nor that he would be the thing they had in common.
A couple of weeks later he found himself tied to the bedposts of his own bed, naked, with an equally naked Sherlock straddling him and holding his phone in one hand.
“Sherlock, if you send that photo to Mycroft I swear…”
“Too late."
I love writing perfect 100 words drabbles. When they are complete in every way (plot, implications, grammar, adjectives) I'm a very happy author.
I also know that I could have stretched this into a fic, but it would have been just that: stretching, and I much rather have a short but concentrated drabble, dribbling innuendos, than a long fic with a poor sex scene. Because, let's admit it, without the other V's help, I cannot write porn.
Life is cruel, and my shyness rules my writing skills.
Rating: R (to err on the safe side)
Pairing: Sherlock/John, Mycroft/John implied so feebly you might miss if you wink, so please don't wink
Word Count: 100
Title: Sibling Rivalry
When John had suggested, during one of their many one-sided dinners (meaning he ate while Sherlock thought), that he try to resolve the silly rivalry between him and his brother by finding something they had in common, he hadn’t expected Sherlock to actually listen to him, nor that he would be the thing they had in common.
A couple of weeks later he found himself tied to the bedposts of his own bed, naked, with an equally naked Sherlock straddling him and holding his phone in one hand.
“Sherlock, if you send that photo to Mycroft I swear…”
“Too late."
