Tag: giftfic
3- This means John’s not read anything annoying yet and is pleased with himself for having the tea and toast ready just in time. Snorting softly, Sherlock stops by the table, taking up his tea and sipping cautiously as he reaches out for a slice of toast. The smell hits him first, even as he’s opening his mouth, and he bites into the toast with a sound that’s half surprise, half moan when the first burst of taste swells into being in his mouth. Warm butter and spicy-sweet cinnamon-honey. (tbc)
2- John’s smiling as he sits and returns to reading the newspaper. Sherlock shuffles out to the smell of toast and tea, having no plans to go anywhere, wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt as a concession to John’s insistence that he at least _pretend_ to have a little modesty; well, that and Mrs. Hudson still has a bad habit of opening the door too soon after a nearly token knock or halloo. John’s reading his paper, smiling a serene ‘all is right with the world’ little smile. (tbc)
1- John’s got his and Sherlock’s tea on the table by the time he hears the water shut off in the loo – Sherlock’s ‘morning-or-whenever-the-hell-he-gets-up-after-an-actual-bout-of-sleep’ ablutions are fairly predictable – and puts down two plates of buttered toast, jam added to his own and cinnamon-infused honey for Sherlock, which he’d mentioned liking a few weeks ago. Satisfied that Sherlock would likely drink and eat without a fuss after a three-day whirl of a case and sleeping ten hours.(tbc)
Wheeee~! I got a lovely gift from Aenonnymoose! o/ Thank you~!
Lady Karasu 