Do You Wish…?: 5 December 2012
“Do you ever wish I was different?”
“You’re not listening John.”
“I am. Only my hands are busy cleaning the kitchen. My ears are doing nothing, just like you. So I heard. And I answered.”
“What did I ask?”
John finished the last dish, grinned. Sherlock often annoyed people by answering questions with as few words as possible. He hated having it done back.
“You asked me if I wished you weren’t you. If I fantasize about a taller man, shorter, a blond man, a soldier or doctor. You want to know if I ever wish you quieter, louder, duller, more content with less. And I told you. No. I don’t.”
John wiped his hands off on tatty jeans, stood behind his seated husband. As he’d expected, Sherlock’s blog was open, as were several windows containing fan mail, and one, on top of the rest, with art. Like so many drawings, this one changed Sherlock utterly.
“I was wrong actually.” John gestured at the picture, then leaned over and bumped his head against Sherlock’s. “I do wish you were different. Right now I wish you were more like him.”
Sherlock turned slowly, nosed at John’s hair. “Speckled? Spotted? “
John sighed softly and bared his neck. “Horn…y.”
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This lovely image is from RustyGrass33, while the final, so-obvious pun came from the brilliant Verity Burns.