Author: Ariane DeVere
Word count: 221
Warnings: Sex just happened
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to way more powerful and wealthy people than me.
John linked hands with Sherlock, concentrating on not having a heart attack as the memories of the last hour ran through his mind. Their love-making was always awesome but this had been ...
He turned to look at the man lying beside him who had reduced him to this state. Sherlock’s free hand was draped over his eyes and he looked satisfyingly exhausted.
“That ... was amazing,” John said. He smirked as Sherlock groaned, but then looked at him more seriously. “No, it was way more than amazing,” he continued. “I can’t even think of a word. You’ve got a better dictionary in your head than me ...”
“Best yet,” Sherlock said drowsily.
“That’ll do,” John agreed, smiling as he turned his head away.
He was almost dozing off when there was a scratching sound near the door. He turned to look, and frowned as the small creature scurried across the room and disappeared under the bureau.
“Sherlock? We’ve got a mouse.”
“Three mice,” Sherlock replied sleepily. “Don’t worry – I know how to get rid of them.”
“Oh,” John said. He turned and blinked innocently at Sherlock. “So does that mean that the best laid men have mice and schemes?”
Sherlock lifted his head and stared at John’s wide grin, then scowled mock-ferociously.
“Get out of this bed and never come back.”
Author’s Note: Oh, and just in case you don’t know: “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men” (often misquoted as ‘The best laid plans ...’) comes from a famous poem by Robert Burns.
This fic has been lurking around in my head ever since I first read the staggeringly good and very NC-17 fic Best Laid Etc by abundantlyqueer. That title immediately gave me the punchline for this story (as well as this title), but it’s taken over a year to get it out of my head and onto the screen.
P.S. Sorry. It probably should have stayed in my head.