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darnedchildSummary: A series of 200 word drabbles for the 2017 12 Days of Sherlolly.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Nine – (“Cinnamon” submitted by @saffysmom)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Cinnamon Tea
“The bathroom’s all yours.” Sherlock’s smile disappeared at the sight of John sitting at the kitchen table. “Where’s Molly?”
“She went down to ask Mrs Hudson for honey.” John leaned back and folded his arms. “This is very domestic. Molly making tea, wearing your dressing gown, spending the night.”
“She was here when the snow started, seemed prudent to suggest she stay until it was safe to travel again.” Sherlock frowned as he looked through the kitchen window at the melting snow.
Molly appeared holding a small jar. “No honey, I’m afraid. But she had cinnamon sticks, and now I’m craving cinnamon tea. Do you want a cuppa, John?” She moved to the sink to fill the kettle. “How are the streets, are they all clear?”
The slump of her shoulders and Sherlock’s wistful expression as he looked at Molly meant John could do only one thing. He lied. “I would say clearing, but still a lot of nasty spots. I wouldn’t chance going out if you don’t absolutely need to be anywhere just yet.”
Molly brightened and John swore he saw Sherlock mouth “thank you”.
The scent of cinnamon filled the air as Molly poured three cups of tea.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Nine – (“Cinnamon” submitted by @saffysmom)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Cinnamon Tea
“The bathroom’s all yours.” Sherlock’s smile disappeared at the sight of John sitting at the kitchen table. “Where’s Molly?”
“She went down to ask Mrs Hudson for honey.” John leaned back and folded his arms. “This is very domestic. Molly making tea, wearing your dressing gown, spending the night.”
“She was here when the snow started, seemed prudent to suggest she stay until it was safe to travel again.” Sherlock frowned as he looked through the kitchen window at the melting snow.
Molly appeared holding a small jar. “No honey, I’m afraid. But she had cinnamon sticks, and now I’m craving cinnamon tea. Do you want a cuppa, John?” She moved to the sink to fill the kettle. “How are the streets, are they all clear?”
The slump of her shoulders and Sherlock’s wistful expression as he looked at Molly meant John could do only one thing. He lied. “I would say clearing, but still a lot of nasty spots. I wouldn’t chance going out if you don’t absolutely need to be anywhere just yet.”
Molly brightened and John swore he saw Sherlock mouth “thank you”.
The scent of cinnamon filled the air as Molly poured three cups of tea.