Fic: Jam Making: PG
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holmes_minorTitle: Jam Making
Wordcount: 275
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: Holmes and Watson's first attempt at making their own jam results in a mess. Crossover with Bert Coules Radio 'verse.
Our first attempt at making jam was rather a mess. Our blackcurrant bush had yielded an excellent crop, so we decided to brave the venture. It was all going quite well until the time came for testing the jam. Holmes spooned some onto a chilled plate, waited, then pushed it.
“Hmm, I don’t think it’s quite ready,” he pronounced. Then he scooped up the jam and thrust the spoon into his mouth.
“I wanted to taste that too,” I protested.
He smiled cheekily. “Then come here.”
He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to bring our lips together. At a touch, I opened my lips for him, and he twined his tongue with mine. The taste of the jam mingled with the familiar taste that was indescribably him. When he pulled away, we smiled at each other.
“Delicious,” I murmured.
“Quite,” he replied.
The next stumbling block came when the jam was actually ready. We arranged the jars and attempted to pour the jam in. Neither of us were very good at this, and we ended up with jam all over the outsides of the jars, puddling on the worktop. As we tried to clean up the mess amid giggles, we succeeded in also getting jam on ourselves. This led to more giggling and, as we tried to clean each other up, more kissing. We gave up on the cleaning, instead kissing each other breathless against the cupboards. When we had to break for air, we rested our foreheads together, fond smiles tugging at our lips.
“I think a bath would be in order, my love,” I said.
He grinned. “That sounds perfect.”
Wordcount: 275
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: Holmes and Watson's first attempt at making their own jam results in a mess. Crossover with Bert Coules Radio 'verse.
Our first attempt at making jam was rather a mess. Our blackcurrant bush had yielded an excellent crop, so we decided to brave the venture. It was all going quite well until the time came for testing the jam. Holmes spooned some onto a chilled plate, waited, then pushed it.
“Hmm, I don’t think it’s quite ready,” he pronounced. Then he scooped up the jam and thrust the spoon into his mouth.
“I wanted to taste that too,” I protested.
He smiled cheekily. “Then come here.”
He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to bring our lips together. At a touch, I opened my lips for him, and he twined his tongue with mine. The taste of the jam mingled with the familiar taste that was indescribably him. When he pulled away, we smiled at each other.
“Delicious,” I murmured.
“Quite,” he replied.
The next stumbling block came when the jam was actually ready. We arranged the jars and attempted to pour the jam in. Neither of us were very good at this, and we ended up with jam all over the outsides of the jars, puddling on the worktop. As we tried to clean up the mess amid giggles, we succeeded in also getting jam on ourselves. This led to more giggling and, as we tried to clean each other up, more kissing. We gave up on the cleaning, instead kissing each other breathless against the cupboards. When we had to break for air, we rested our foreheads together, fond smiles tugging at our lips.
“I think a bath would be in order, my love,” I said.
He grinned. “That sounds perfect.”
