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BBC Sherlock 221b ficlet: Pg-13 - Lestrade/Mycroft - "Unexpected"
Because I can never leave word alone, and know not when something is too sucky to stop writing it;
a 221b ficlet!
Rating: Pg-13 ? seriously I don't know
Pairing: Lestrade/Mycroft
Word Count: 221b (last word beginning with b)
Title: Unexpected
Lestrade was amazed when he first saw Mycroft’s bedroom. He had expected something grand, pompous, impressive and elegant like the man itself. So when he unlocked the door his mouth opened wide.
He didn’t find the four poster bed he expected, nor the prim white sheets he imagined, not even a rare animal fur rug in front of the fireplace. To be precise, there was no fireplace.
He moved a step inside and closed the door, then removed his blazer and left it on a chair. He undid his tie and pulled it off his neck, leaving it on top of the blazer. Then he undid the buttons of his shirt, one at a time, leaving the cuffs for last. The shirt followed the rest of the clothes, and then he kicked off his shoes. After that he unfastened his belt and stepped out of his trousers, then he removed the socks, and finally his boxers too.
The carpet felt soft under his feet as he walked a couple of steps closer to the bed, which was modern and simple, with sheets made of bright red cotton.
And even if no piece of furniture was as he had imagined it, at least one thing in the room was as he expected.
As promised, Mycroft had handcuffed himself to his own bed.
a 221b ficlet!
Rating: Pg-13 ? seriously I don't know
Pairing: Lestrade/Mycroft
Word Count: 221b (last word beginning with b)
Title: Unexpected
Lestrade was amazed when he first saw Mycroft’s bedroom. He had expected something grand, pompous, impressive and elegant like the man itself. So when he unlocked the door his mouth opened wide.
He didn’t find the four poster bed he expected, nor the prim white sheets he imagined, not even a rare animal fur rug in front of the fireplace. To be precise, there was no fireplace.
He moved a step inside and closed the door, then removed his blazer and left it on a chair. He undid his tie and pulled it off his neck, leaving it on top of the blazer. Then he undid the buttons of his shirt, one at a time, leaving the cuffs for last. The shirt followed the rest of the clothes, and then he kicked off his shoes. After that he unfastened his belt and stepped out of his trousers, then he removed the socks, and finally his boxers too.
The carpet felt soft under his feet as he walked a couple of steps closer to the bed, which was modern and simple, with sheets made of bright red cotton.
And even if no piece of furniture was as he had imagined it, at least one thing in the room was as he expected.
As promised, Mycroft had handcuffed himself to his own bed.
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excellent! I love this form - it's just perfect for humour.
and ANOTHER brilliant icon from you. is there no limit to your genius in this line?
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so true, it's perfect for humour... (I'm taking the dictionary and go through all the b entries tomorrow)
thanks about the endless compliments about the icons!
I cannot do icons with screenshots, I suck.
*browses the web in search of a little orphan Lestrade icon*