donutsweeper | The Post

Title: The Post
Fandom/Warning/Rating: Sherlock Holmes book!fandom, second sketch (linked)is NSFW, rated PG
Word Count: 233
Summary: Holmes and Watson, a moment during their twilight years.
Author's Note: There was a prompt on

shkinkmeme for retirement fic/art that was filled by two amazing sketches by

spacefall. This is the story of how one lead to the other.

(link to full picture, totally adorable and sweet and completely SFW)

"Holmes?" Watson said, looking up from his chair by the fire as Holmes entered the room. "I know I said I'd walk the grounds with you today to check on the hives, but would you mind terribly if-"

"If we put it off until tomorrow? Not at all, dear boy, in fact I expected as much once I'd felt dampness in the air today. You old wound is bothering you, I take it?" Holmes hung his coat and put his hat on the hat stand and approached Watson.

"Yes, blast it. This damn leg." He thumped it with his fist. "It seized up before I even had a chance to collect the post."

Like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, Holmes produced the day's post from behind his back. "Already done."

"Oh, Holmes, you are too kind." He took the proffered package with a smile.

"Only repaying one of the many, many favours I owe you," Holmes replied, leaning over to press a kiss onto Watson's forehead. "I so rarely said thank you in the old days back in Baker Street, but now that you've joined me here in Sussex I plan on making up that oversight as often, and in as many ways, as possible."

"In many ways? Really? May I ask you to tell me what you have in mind?"

Holmes chuckled. "I do think I'd rather show you."

(link to final sketch, very, very much NSFW)