Title: No Trifling Matter
Disclaimer: BBC's Sherlock belongs to various persons and corporations that are not me or associated with me. This piece of fanfiction is written with the admiration and respect for the original work. I claim no ownership of the show, Sherlock, or its accouterments. No profit is made from this material, now or in the future.
Rating: T, some sexual insinuations
Summary: John and Sherlock discuss how to celebrate Sherlock's birthday. In bed. Poor Mrs. Hudson. (drabble, 100 words)
Prompt from Armity: Sherlock birthday fic (Jan. 6), drabble (100 words), John/Sherlock, sexualized, trifle, term: the man with the twisted lip, and a half dozen other things...
"Mrs. Hudson's bringing up trifle." Probably not the best thing John's ever said naked in bed to a man between his knees. Also, not the worst.
Sherlock bites the inside of John's thigh in retaliation. "Forget trifle."
"But Mrs. Hudson!"
The man sighed, twisted his lip. "Definitely forget Mrs. Hudson."
"It's your birthday, Sherlock! She's-." Sherlock crawls up John's body, snogs him senseless. They break apart nearly a minute later. Breathing might be boring, but they both have to do it eventually.
"Yes, it's my birthday." Sherlock does something with his hand to make John gasp. "Now do shut up."
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