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bradspyjamas) wrote2012-09-14 06:34 pm
Fic: Little things - Chapter 56 of 62 - Bladder
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kizzia Rating: PG13 - mpreg with mentions of sex but nothing graphic (although Chapter 24 is pushing the boundaries!)
Status: WIP - all chapters written but later ones being edited.
Tags: Johnlock, Post-Reichenbach, Mpreg, Omegaverse (my own version), angst, fluff, established relationship.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss - no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: John held himself together after Sherlock jumped but the emotional strain was enormous and Sherlock didn't fare much better. When Sherlock finally returned they were both just so glad to reaffirm their bond they didn't really think about the future, or if they did they simply assumed their lives would carry on as they always had.
Author's Note: This isn't standard Omegaverse because, as I'm not comfortable writing dub/non-con scenes, I decided to create
my own version. If you want to know more about it, I've done an explanatory post here.
Chapter 56 - Bladder
‘That really wasn’t quite the reunion I had in mind,’ Sherlock has the grace to look shamefaced as he throws the ruined pan in the bin and then starts to open all the windows.
‘No, I don’t imagine it was,’ John says from the kitchen where he’s scrubbing vigorously at the soot on the cooker splash back. ‘Although you setting things on fire isn’t exactly new.’
‘No, but … will you please sit down and let me do that!’
‘I want to,’ John says quickly, holding the Brillo pad away from Sherlock, ‘it’s helping my back.’
Sherlock snorts and wraps his arms around John, tugging him away from the stove and into the living room, ‘I made the mess, I have to clean it up. You were the one who made that rule.’
‘Yes but … I want to clean.’
‘I don’t care,’ Sherlock slides his hand under John’s chin and tilts his head up, ‘You look tired. Have you been resting properly?’
‘As much as anyone suffering heartburn and persistent Braxton Hicks can rest, yes.’
Sherlock kisses him, sweet and slow, fingers kneading the knots of tension in John’s shoulders and spine. ‘Better?’ he asks when he finally pulls back.
‘Yeah,’ John’s face is beatific for a moment but then he sighs, ‘If only it were that easy to fix my bladder.’
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John in the kitchen
trying to clean
N-E-S-T-I-N-G.....
MWAHAHAHAHAAH, five chapters left!
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And, as another little pre-birthday gift, I shall tell you that tomorrows chapter is entitled "Bugger". Make of that what you will :)
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CHECK BACK TOMORROW, MIGHT HAVE RECOVERED BY THEN.
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Sherlock better clean up is mess. Or else.
*fist shakes*
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