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fallintofallfestival.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Moran/Moriarty
Rating: Gen
Length: 400
Prompt: Character A is embarrassed to admit that they love pumpkin spice everything, but it turns out character B loves it too
The coffee shop was overcrowded.
A phalanx of patrons left, and Seb slipped down the standing bar until he stopped.
Outwardly, he showed nothing.
Inwardly, he was dying.
The man in the dark suit on Seb’s right held a mobile in one hand, at which he was gazing intently. In the other hand, like every other patron, including Seb, the man held a paper cup.
Seb caught a heady whiff from the man’s paper cup.
It was a very familiar, very autumnal whiff.
“What are you doing here, Seb?”
The man did not look up. He did not appear to be speaking.
“What are you doing here?” retorted Seb, not as smoothly, stealthily, or surreptitiously as his boss, but nevertheless, no one in the shop would’ve ever supposed they were conversing or even aware of each other’s existence.
“I thought you had the Clarke job!”
“I did the Clarke job! So well, in fact, that I thought I deserved a little treat.”
There was a sniff.
“Is that a pumpkin spice latte, boss?”
“What’s it to you?”
“I don’t know. I never knew you liked them, is all.”
“I don’t.”
“I mean, I thought you only feasted on the blood of your enemies.”
“Shut up, Seb. There was a certain…”
“…nip in the air?”
“Yeah! I had a sudden taste for one.”
Seb hummed and sipped. “So did I.” He took another sip. “They’re good, especially at, you know, the beginning of the season, when the weather’s changing.”
They drank in silence for a few minutes.
“Seb, I’d rather you forget about seeing me here, with this particular beverage.”
Seb considered this and tried not to laugh. “This is what you’re asking me to keep a secret, that you like pumpkin spice lattes, not, you know, what I just got paid to do to Clarke?”
“It’s a sensitive point, Tiger.”
“Oh, it’s ‘Tiger’ now, eh? All right. I’ll keep your secret. I’m going to hit the gym, then head home.”
“I’ve got things to do.”
Seb drained his cup. “Oh, do you want to lay a fire tonight?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Seb made to leave but was forestalled.
“Tiger, do you know that side street behind the Italian bakery?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Meet me there in four minutes.”
“All right. Why?”
“I’ve a sudden craving for second hand pumpkin spice.”
Seb grinned and muttered under his breath,
“’Tis the season.”
fallintofallfestival.Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Moran/Moriarty
Rating: Gen
Length: 400
Prompt: Character A is embarrassed to admit that they love pumpkin spice everything, but it turns out character B loves it too
The coffee shop was overcrowded.
A phalanx of patrons left, and Seb slipped down the standing bar until he stopped.
Outwardly, he showed nothing.
Inwardly, he was dying.
The man in the dark suit on Seb’s right held a mobile in one hand, at which he was gazing intently. In the other hand, like every other patron, including Seb, the man held a paper cup.
Seb caught a heady whiff from the man’s paper cup.
It was a very familiar, very autumnal whiff.
“What are you doing here, Seb?”
The man did not look up. He did not appear to be speaking.
“What are you doing here?” retorted Seb, not as smoothly, stealthily, or surreptitiously as his boss, but nevertheless, no one in the shop would’ve ever supposed they were conversing or even aware of each other’s existence.
“I thought you had the Clarke job!”
“I did the Clarke job! So well, in fact, that I thought I deserved a little treat.”
There was a sniff.
“Is that a pumpkin spice latte, boss?”
“What’s it to you?”
“I don’t know. I never knew you liked them, is all.”
“I don’t.”
“I mean, I thought you only feasted on the blood of your enemies.”
“Shut up, Seb. There was a certain…”
“…nip in the air?”
“Yeah! I had a sudden taste for one.”
Seb hummed and sipped. “So did I.” He took another sip. “They’re good, especially at, you know, the beginning of the season, when the weather’s changing.”
They drank in silence for a few minutes.
“Seb, I’d rather you forget about seeing me here, with this particular beverage.”
Seb considered this and tried not to laugh. “This is what you’re asking me to keep a secret, that you like pumpkin spice lattes, not, you know, what I just got paid to do to Clarke?”
“It’s a sensitive point, Tiger.”
“Oh, it’s ‘Tiger’ now, eh? All right. I’ll keep your secret. I’m going to hit the gym, then head home.”
“I’ve got things to do.”
Seb drained his cup. “Oh, do you want to lay a fire tonight?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Seb made to leave but was forestalled.
“Tiger, do you know that side street behind the Italian bakery?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Meet me there in four minutes.”
“All right. Why?”
“I’ve a sudden craving for second hand pumpkin spice.”
Seb grinned and muttered under his breath,
“’Tis the season.”