A Sherlock Drabblethon!
The rules are simple, you write a response to the request I've made after the drabble below in a reblog. At the end of your response, you make your own request and then (hopefully) someone will answer.
Four simple rules:
Copy the request you are answering and paste it above your drabble.
If you are writing NC-17 fic, put it below a read more cut.
This is open to all ships.
Pimp the hell out of this thing; the more participants there are, the more fun there is to be had.
So, here's the first drabble and request!
For @cumbercougars
This was unusual for him. Oh, he needed to get it over with because, frankly everyone else was doing it, but when had he ever wanted to be among the baser ranks? He’s done well in his twenty-five years without having had intercourse, and normally he would let the awkward question be met with stony silence.
But sex was sex, and in politics, it was something you did behind closed doors, but it was something you did. And it was something he, currently, had never done.
He wasn’t nervous; know, he knew the basics and his more lewd co-workers had given him tips on how to please a woman, but he was insisting on going to a professional. Someone who was knowledgeable and well-priced but not expensive, not well publicized. And discrete. Very discrete.
The door opened up and he looked at the woman in front of him. She had to be in uni, but she looked distinguished in her stance and rather lovely in her lingere. Lace and silk and showing off a good figure. “I’m Irene,” she said, smiling slightly with dark red lips.
“I’m your client,” he said, not wanting to share names even though he knew full well she knew his.
Her smile widened. “Hello, Your Client,” she said. He found himself reluctantly cracking a slight grin at that. Perhaps this experience might be better than he had hoped...
Sherlock & character of choice (platonic or romantic), cake