Fic: Sunshine: Gen
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holmes_minorTitle: Sunshine
Rating: Gen
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 221b
For: Sherlock Holmes's birthday [6 Jan]. Photo of my customary Epiphany tart on my journal.
Summary: Watson and Holmes spend January 1895 in southern Italy.
“To making memories,” said Holmes.
“And many returns of the day,” I answered.
We smiled as we drank.
“What decadence, Watson! To be sipping champagne in the afternoon!”
“It’s your birthday. You’re allowed.”
“And this treat?” He sank a fork in the dessert which lay on the table between us. “You will share it with me.”
“First, give me the verdict.”
Holmes slipped the forkful in his mouth and hummed. “Oh, Watson.” He chewed and swallowed with a curl of contentment on his lips. “Oranges and lemons.”
“But no bell of Saint Clements,” I teased.
“I daresay the pell doesn’t reach the shore of the Mediterranean. It is sunshine. Try it. You must.”
I did, and he was correct.
“I have to say I am surprised, Holmes. When I suggested—”
“Tricked me into, my dear man.”
“—spending a holiday in southern Italy, I thought you would object.”
“I did object.”
“But since our arrival, you’ve entered wholeheartedly into the spirit of the affair. Rest and relaxation.”
“Excepting the case of Mathilde Stangerson.”
“You are brilliant, by the way. Outside and inside. It’s been less than two weeks, and you’re positively bronzed!”
“You’re brown as a nut, Watson. I’m merely spotted.”
“Sun-kissed.”
“It is not just the sun that has been kissing me.”
A benevolent sea breeze cooled my blush.
Rating: Gen
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 221b
For: Sherlock Holmes's birthday [6 Jan]. Photo of my customary Epiphany tart on my journal.
Summary: Watson and Holmes spend January 1895 in southern Italy.
“To making memories,” said Holmes.
“And many returns of the day,” I answered.
We smiled as we drank.
“What decadence, Watson! To be sipping champagne in the afternoon!”
“It’s your birthday. You’re allowed.”
“And this treat?” He sank a fork in the dessert which lay on the table between us. “You will share it with me.”
“First, give me the verdict.”
Holmes slipped the forkful in his mouth and hummed. “Oh, Watson.” He chewed and swallowed with a curl of contentment on his lips. “Oranges and lemons.”
“But no bell of Saint Clements,” I teased.
“I daresay the pell doesn’t reach the shore of the Mediterranean. It is sunshine. Try it. You must.”
I did, and he was correct.
“I have to say I am surprised, Holmes. When I suggested—”
“Tricked me into, my dear man.”
“—spending a holiday in southern Italy, I thought you would object.”
“I did object.”
“But since our arrival, you’ve entered wholeheartedly into the spirit of the affair. Rest and relaxation.”
“Excepting the case of Mathilde Stangerson.”
“You are brilliant, by the way. Outside and inside. It’s been less than two weeks, and you’re positively bronzed!”
“You’re brown as a nut, Watson. I’m merely spotted.”
“Sun-kissed.”
“It is not just the sun that has been kissing me.”
A benevolent sea breeze cooled my blush.
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